You who are broken hearted
Curl up in the arms of the hospitable
Who in their mercy will bear your burdens.
Too fragile to comprehend our brokenness
With our glass menagerie laid out in dust
We are defeated with every rising realization.
We who are those stunted souls
Who never learned to love in innocence
We never grieved like the pure in heart.
In the electric calcium night of those Yale marching bands
We are not lonely close to the edge
But the rush comes not from the company but from the failure.
Do not be tempted by the risk. Do not deceive yourselves with lofty purposes. Do not fall prey to the curiosity. Rather stand your ground and burn out bright and broken.