Autumn Skin ~ Salt of the Pen

Leaves turned Sour

Clouds scented Pralines

Mephitic rain

the Moon’s gold tooth

Pious verse dripped

Clawed

from Skull to Pen

Feral mind let loose

upon Stones

Parchment

Cracked limbs

of Burning trees

Swallowed shaded Trails

a Harvest of treasure

beneath Alkaline water

Fall

With or Upon

Me

as Stars say so

for This

was Ordained

 

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