i keep wait ing
for the words to come
& they do // cold autumn words
& to day / ice is in the air / wind
of the norther lee type / complete
with cloud / & the constant / crackle
crunch of leaves fall ing / /
they sound like foot steps
mountains are blue a gain /
ground is yellow / once more
this is time of dying / when
the other world / seems so much
closer / @ hand / in my hand
& some times i feel like i can touch
i can see // that // not quite / tangible
it's these dark nites / you see
when the lowt of winter approach es
& all those in the way / had better hang on
pull tight / fold in to / each other
/& the pull of the universe is strong
this loop / never end ing ride a bout
the sun / / can't control the seasons
hold on / roses don't mind cold
ah / bloom is on the vine / & one last
holly hock / vibrant pink / black en ed
leaves / fall mildew / black rot /
i've seen it in the cemetary / head stones
trees / cover ed / / this is the way of death
/
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