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I can see the horizon through your eye.

I see winter and summer in equal measure.

You are the sum of lines stretched

to all possible opposites.

Asleep you are a marionette

lodged in the curl of a shoulder.

Your latencies lie bare, links

of a chain of power carelessly dropped.

You are either asleep or running.

Love at this time sits hollow

in the elision of flesh and bone.

Your eye frames a different world.

© Margaret Morgan 2004

The last few bars of Youth demonstrate how the choral songs often dovetail into one another. This song and its ‘pair’ Young Girl have similar a form and structure, a quick opening and closing music framing a slow central section that accelerates back to the original tempo.