Days of Exuberance (poem)

Those days are gone now,

those days of exuberance,

of reciting William Blake at parties,

of a fourfold vision of singing Jerusalem,

of dancing to Dschinghis Khan's “Moskau”.

Of discussing philosophy at the bar,

of losing ourselves to excess,

of distinguishing our lives through dance -

before dancing and after -

laughing at our finitude.

Those days are gone,

its members have been scattered,

plane tickets bought,

apartments left empty,

but the dancing is far from over.

-Zero