entry picture

red-gold heaven

of stormy autumn

held in memoriam

the leafy-mist lights this late

October dawn recalls,

emptily, curiously,

design hidden 

in swirls  of hieroglyphics,

the wood-smoke of the ages,


a fleeting meeting with the past:

something else that does not last,

visions hidden in a mind

aberrant, obsessed, selfish,

wisps of cogitation coagulate,

into the light of another April


◄ The long genocide

spring ►


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