(no subject)
In this falling of seasons I begin to recount the ways in which I have felt
upon all other falls.
gaze upon our smoky stacks of paper. Somewhere north they are burning volatile gas.
What a nice flame.
my naked head is drifting through ages.
I wonder what windows have done to myself.
bleeding cold air to fro in the air intaken within nostrils. in out, wooden flame, burning of all those fall victims.
hard to say what occurs when two human chargers converge. Perhaps I unleash my gust unto the waves.
take me catch the wind. Take me may catch the wind. breath in, exhale. feel our forced timeless breath.
till the wind moves on and drifts toward the fading sun
upon all other falls.
gaze upon our smoky stacks of paper. Somewhere north they are burning volatile gas.
What a nice flame.
my naked head is drifting through ages.
I wonder what windows have done to myself.
bleeding cold air to fro in the air intaken within nostrils. in out, wooden flame, burning of all those fall victims.
hard to say what occurs when two human chargers converge. Perhaps I unleash my gust unto the waves.
take me catch the wind. Take me may catch the wind. breath in, exhale. feel our forced timeless breath.
till the wind moves on and drifts toward the fading sun