surreal in the autumn heat
the dark afternoons in the vaults of branches
glow in the haze of a vanishing season...
the very last things we'd want to confront
are the very first things we must surmount
and afterward we are left with only
the consequence of our thinking
and the bittersweet sorrow of our feelings...
ask for more and more you'll receive
and if it's more than you reckoned you'd handle
there's no other blame but the hubris of your vision...
if our weights are heavy our strength must be stronger
before the warm afternoons of dwindling days
fade as the night grows longer...
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