When you are old and your parents have been dead for thirty

Years who will listen to you when you say that it is too

Late for the world? Youth are self-sufficient, they carry on

As if nothing can be ruined or changed, as if

The dumbfounding apparatus of reality is not entropic,

But free. Where is the bird of fire? It finds Golgotha in the dark.

Regret is a strange illusion.