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sometimes i see it slipping over the horizon, swallowed, engulfed...it lies hidden from me, frustrated, annoyed, fearful, regretful. had i forgotten that this is autumn? somber hues of crimson and gold paint the sky in soft downward strokes, and sometimes gently up adrift a cool whisper, but always scattering indifferently on the ground. with each purged leaf from the naked arms of each tree, i feel it imitate that hesitatingly heartbreaking brush stroke, softly, calmly, gently - down. the more intensely one attempts to hold this penultimate explosion of grief, desire, nostalgia, the more ferocious and lead weighted the alienation. the logical, reasonable, become mere conjecture; in madness we refuse to surrender this twilight - but it is all that remains, twilight. how we try to nourish that twilight with our tears, our songs, our patient caresses - but the dark becomes darker still. but should it fade, twilight, - vanishing, lost to amnesiac memory - who will resucitate me?