When it's time to leave
and ashes blacken on overturned seats
from here it's uneven netting set at sea
When time has become astral
wan of anything unwanted
like this being long exhausted
Here I've seen things
in hungry moments
and the sun was lost
from creating tears
unto fallen leaves
This is black autumn, my black autumn coming
when every little twig and soil harbor neglect
I do not know how far I must see...
my blurred edges
cropped from heavy falling feet
how can it be that you are lost
My little me?
For love I did not harbor
For love I did not live
For love is no place
In arenas where beings play rabid
Continued is this unending drone
from a time no one knows
then I grew to be merely hindered
for there is nothing that faulty lines can mend