Penned some 18 years ago:
Juvenalia/Juvenilia
by a much younger Michael Hoke
My thoughts unfold, the air grows cold
As if it knows I’ll need the snows
To quench my mental fire:
My future turns—ignites and burns
Through hope and fear—but leaves me here,
Alas, with no desire!
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