Fall

Lunging

At promises,

Falling.

Star leaves crossing.

Levitating paths,

Fallen slow

Remarks

In what floods

Away.

Lucid fevers,

Slow dark vision,

Rising light thorns

Incarnate,

Cool traipse

Of autumn beds

Lain into.

Fulcrum

Rounded on

Heated spit,

Lifting toss

Tumbling,

Melding

Forbidden

Marriages,

Sanctified times,

Wait of Dreams…

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