Recession

thin veil
the dark whisper
night

sunset screams
against the pale necked
horizon

rising
can i touch the moon
will it giggle

does this smile
fade, does it slowly turn
around

i hush
bound in autumn haze
i curl down

autumn moon
dressed in a cool smile
i scream

this is
the slow recession
i am broken
in the arms
of another winter

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