An overcast autumn sky settled in
and fall let loose. Uncertain, lose it.
Lost,
Use it.
I had strange dreams of you last night
actually. It's been some time
since I dreamed about anyone
realmente. Bring out all the carotenoids and anthocyanins,
Bring down the foliage; America is an empire in decline.
X is the new Y.
These waning years I find solace in an old joke:
Consciousness is only a problem
if you think about it.