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Fall. Here was I born. It rained, but no one was looking

They only saw mist and falling leaves. An old mendicant

With elevens on his neck muttered rambles to a lost dog:

Predictions for scraps, but even pennies can translate to food,

Whispers can become truth, just listen…madness taken for

Granted is a curse, unlooked for becomes a benediction:

Salvation from mediocre, escape from mundane. yesterday

He went missing, but left a written note which said forget

Tomorrow, it’s the end. I can see my breath, its changing

Into the nothingness depth of



Winter. I try to plough my way through

waist deep snow. No avail. The bitterness

inside spreads and approaches the rushes;

urges of declination to accept the cold. feelings

reach to bold outline of trees against stark

skyline. vivid imagination adds colours, then

bright whiteness, then black. In blind faith

know numbness, abduct god and stuff it into

a small soul. called it animation and watch it dance.

be content in experiencing pleasant warmth and the

lack of fear. Forge from that a new



Spring. Out of the ashes I rise and find a world destroyed.

I imitate it as best I can in order to, out of chaos, call it civil.

Or wrestle morality until I can define everything, make it

Mimic myself. Internal energy cannot be contained, I hurt

For avidity, sexual euphoria of creation from crematoria

To manifestation. Dark skin separates, awaits seed’s bloom;

Sun looks-lunar rests. warm soil, soul grow, transform,

Then survive. lush thickets to consume/ innocence misused

Ensues the pursuit of pleasure without consequence. Ethics

Relative to tradition handed down mouth to mouth, a legend passed

>From ancient to elder to father to son, then repeated until ice covers

World like expensive dresses…prices…prices….payment for vices

consciousness that waits until



Summer. I sit overlooking troubled ocean.

Breezes remind me of the shore where breakers

Beat sound against sand and part land as if

partitioners of stolen loot. Long ago I was the water

And within me lay little forms of life never recognized

I wept for them as they disappeared, gone to mineral

Or meal...understanding made me take this mechanical shape

and crawl onto the earth, traverse its ways, become wind…one

thought made me empyrean…I was as the heavens… knew

I sadness then, full in knowledge that there would be no one

left to mourn my death...for I would out live them all.

frozen inside,cold as ice

just a memory in the past

just a shadow in the future

just me without you