is what i do

If youth,
Eye caught by some small trick
Of light or timing, were to
Notice, exposed as it were
By chance, some small eruption
From the fixed and cluttered past,
Some name, verse of some poem,
Appearing, at this moment, from
This place, to have the steady gleam
Of truth, and if youth were to
Focus: immerse mind and energy
On all the substance that gleam
Reveals, followed to its source;
Study years, ignoring as past
All meaning,
All urgency,
Every imposition
Of currency upon eternal revelation,
And if then youth were to emerge,
As it were, again in our quick
Time, our time may still,
Will still, be here, as youth
Will be old some time still
And some time soon
No change encounter.