come fall,
this will all be overgrown.
a wild plot of earth and flushed skin
by then... this will be not like it was
a bramble of hemispheres, moist
in direct light, glistening entangled
in free reign. a ***** display of alien
thought. a monster of perfect joy
an overcome acre of hostile sea
seething annihilation with tendrils
of unfettered need; you'll see
from here
a new kingdom of red leaves
and undulating corridors, throbbing
utopian, come fall, a Saturnalia
on all fronts. a battalion of fireflies
lending a pale glow to a rampage
of silk knots and earthquakes
a teeming fractal of unchecked
ambition. the fission of new stars
but a small spark, come fall...
and come fall, you'll be mine.