"I can't see where I'm going"
Two-step slowing
A tender autumn glowing in the trees.
Golden liquid ease in my fingers
Solid dreaming fears hand-over-fist
Speak out. Drift off, nose up
It all begins with this.
Another third-act twist
It's hard to keep doing nothing, keep
Picking up the leaves
Just because it's something
All crimson-and-fire
Breathing in the ocean, but still helpless in the tide
Helpless to do anything but
Open wide.
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