Elegy

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The red-gold heaven

of stormy autumn

leafy-misty lights this late

October dawn recalling to me,

curiously,

the design hidden in words,

swirls

of the wood-smoke of ages

time-ridden, missing things:

a fleeting meeting with the past:

something else that does not last

hidden in these words

aberrant, obsessed, selfish,

these sorry-wisps of cogitation, coagulate,

coagulate again into the light of another October

dawn,

deranged time,

passing strange

lines of time

over me

the fading

unquiet music of rhyme

leaves such and such shrines,

just for a time

in your mind.

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◄ THE LAST JUDGEMENT

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