from Take Me to Church

The only prescience is memory.
There is no progress but regress
to the antecedent; there is no regress
but juvenescent fugue.

Grant me passage among those oaks
to stand. I ask no more.
Glorify anachronism, rebuke the chronos
of that withered finger.
Youth is old. All time
shall stand among those immortalized
in glass. Grant me death
liberte egalite fraternite;
grant me death to rove among
the living. Give me life
to rove among the dead.
Grant me a hoary adolescence;
give me youth antiquated, obsolete
divine. Grant me time.

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