The trees all dripped with hairspray
The fires of seasonal of death colored beautiful frames
Spun out giants surged back in retreat
The jacket I wore before lunch, I took off later in the afternoon
The cities that daydream of fierce tornados
Ponder the reason for so much autumn inspired verse
A tilt on an axis, day and night breaking equally
Staccato shards of light piercing time
Bring me the day that has yet slip away
And the night time that wears a disguise
The billy goats gruff telling me to set my clock back
A six month phase out approached by a misshapen void
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