Requiescat in Pace
Rising like a blazing meteorite
of galactic ice and space dust,
lighting up the sky with its
fiery tail, youth flings itself
with the passion of defiant grace
into the void of exuberant hubris
to flicker and spark and collapse.
The young are, because of their
brave youth, immortal. To believe
otherwise is to deny the phantom
reality of their world that informs
their lives, inspires and rescues
them from the tedium of
existence without excitement.
They cannot imagine a sudden
cessation of vitality, the quick
abandonment of an aspiring
elite, extreme athlete, to a morbid
failure to surmount gravity-defying
soaring arabesques nature permits
only winged denizens of the air.
Who among the insouciant
bold, the immortal young, can
conceive of disaster such as is named
a ruptured vertebral artery, whose
irrevocable effect of intercranial
hemorrhage disastrously closes
down that effervescent brain?
Not they, nor any others celebrating
the physically impossible made
possible by youth pushing the
boundaries of human strength, vision
and agility, loosing itself from the surly
bonds of the commanding atmosphere,
challenging the very nature of
indomitable nature herself.
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