Today
we’ll be a barren tree –
rejoice
in the obliquity of cold late autumn morning –
feel
Existence in the dead
exemption
of the fallen summer – look ahead to winter’s warning –
let
the hungry gremlins
in
our hearts run deep into internal dark and leave us
to
blue outer icy light – in love
with
prospects of the ever incrementally enlarging night.
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