I sat in the solitude of the windowsill
Staring onto the horizon
...
The boulevard
draped with autumn’s colourful coat
the eccentric season.
Leaves like little embers
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I put all anger and envy
in a little sack
and swung it over my shoulder
and onto my back
...
Standing in the Garden;
Lingering in the dim light
of this Cimmerian shade
between two eve’s
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A dream…
lined the walls of my mind with cryptic emotions
and muted my sense of self-understanding
Confined in these hollow shafts
...