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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