Remembrance is the goal of the precocious.
They are
sensitive, susceptible, and willing to walk the path of least resistance,
yet prepared to damn the world to hell.
Perturbed by congenial coaxing,
their voices speak aloud as if thousands of years have never passed.
They are told
creation is a figurative gesture,
and that their souls,
can only be saved by the hand of mammon.
Sit and weep precocious mind
for the wax tablet melts away in the flickering flame.
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