This Cold Rising…

This cold rising…

Watching the dying things drowning…

To touch upon Winter’s agonies…

Propping myself up upon a California dream…


A black & white decay…

I dreamt in the scents: 

cloves, honey, & allspice—
My  hair alight
With the setting sun

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