Autumn song

the fallen yellows
of autumn’s work
creating traces
that shadow love

shadow love like
languid wine
evensong whispers
intertwine

hues of orange
and shades of gold
between thoughts
of a slave sold

a slave sold to
a master replaced
by upper discourse of
the countenance

keep
the cycles of wine
repeat
your cycles of blood
flys
that firebird of knowing
through outward and inward
Days

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