On a frigid winter night

The young man exhales

Releasing his smokey breath

A prelude to the

Moment of his body’s

Inevitable death

Spiritus Espirit

Aghast

For now he will continue

To inspire

With his magnetic imagination

And electric presence

For now he will conspire

To awaken from the dull doom

Of social acceptability

Of narrow norms

With his perilous peers

His fellow angelic castaways

Adrift on the sea of midnight soliloquy

For now he will inhale

And exhale again

For now he will continue

To respire

More beautiful girls will

Cause him to perspire

So much more

Will transpire

Before his vessel

Will finally

Expire