Fall
cascading lights between the two columns
wind blushing, leaves twirling, wheels turning
grasses wave continuously
oscillating and discrete
He crept through the valley of mirrors
—the flatten sun burns underground
reaching over the sharp edges of shattered glass
arriving at night as night arrives
straight lines of cold fire and fingers of night
air was so penetrating
permeating the space of thought
and countless homes of names
the silence of cellos reverberated
hooves of the herald crossed the bridge
the haruspex dreamt of a brown fox
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