Autumn Poem

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Strange, grey, tired, dust
Getting cold and smoky autumn
A gloomy congregation of stone buildings
Stand in the rain
A rough cold hurts the throat
The intersection of loneliness and exhaustion
It's dirty and cold and you can't close your eyes
Because opening them again would be too much work
Your own stupidity may be revealed in glimpses
Leaves, red, orange, yellow, green
Somewhere in you is a pod of flame
That says hope, fire, lust
Stones near a sundial, ashes
The fall of civilization, leaves, dusk
The last burn of sun, a thread of smoke
Until ice falls
Muscles brittle, bones ache
Mummify the splendor
Winter comes like static
Is there a limit to loneliness
The full moon asks to be a symbol of something
But its request lodges forgotten in a treetop
Eyelids of cast metal, your back hurts from staying awake
Dragging that brain around
Never did the mirror reflect you
In the evening time is like a river in that it cannot be slowed
Changes make little new
Oleanders underfoot
Leaving
Eternity = detritus

 

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