Telos:

buried
at the bottom
of a stack of old books
time worn, betrayed
sorted by sheer negligence

forgotten
like a sock
at a laundry mat
a toy in a park
never to be
visited again

stolen by the silence

nobody speaks
of nihilistic futures
to a room 
mesmerized 
by youth

for all the good intentions
years of nurturing
schooling, structuring
undermining
and mixed messages

responsibilities
of youth, of age
life and death
reaching
growing
becoming

they never
bothered
to teach us
what we were
growing up
for