USA

once.

trade this art, this place as kept

awaken life in souls once left

bespeak of joys an echo fades

revive the hunger found in latter days

and empty urn and dusty fray

held out to fill with remnants grey

if time could turn around just once

and erase the blinding glittered trance

back to where the glass-lake calm

where my heart awaits the whispering Son

Closer to September's End

come quickly, swiftly, changing like so many leaves have done.

once sustaining life, yet one by one

they fall. predictible evolution, in patterns only chaos explains.

a meloncholy gray haze lightened only by the color change

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