October
breathe in the woods and leave the world behind something stings, organic blessings of life turning inward, the slow rapture that begs you to thrust your hands deep into the belly of a thousand years know that you are nothing in such certainty but falling leaves and dreams catch yourself worrying about a future that can never arrive bury yourself in the sweet decay, roll about like a child unwed to time get up and dance with the rules and drama, spin them off into space take a bow with your dirty knees praise the scabs when you were alive breathe in the what you lost and shout at the moon that never left you