lovers be as lovers may
the crunch of fall without correlation
there is no cause for such abstemious occasions
today, cliches will have to suffice:
at the right place; at the right time
if i brought her anymore into focus
sharpened edges too dimensional
the Gaussian blur outside of time--
outside of reason
we harvest the winter for fall
Oh! look up!
I know this has been my refrain
interrupt the earth all you'd like
the cosmos will remain
up here, come up here!
there is solace in winter abandoned
replaced with protean wars forgotten
in a time when peace is synonymous
with everything is dying
i love to hold-on to the red
has pragmatism ever outdone the devil?
