november falls

november falls and like deep magick,it smells of cold amber, cold enoughto hold us to absolute honestyi walk sharpened by desire to followred hawk and wolf for half a moonalong the tender edges, where something else begins sometimes trees grow far too wide to hide...

to be seen

it is vulnerable to be seen especially when trembling i say to the lamppost as it sees me be seen and the distance as if in a dream opens – you are there you watch me watching you watch it is the possibility of dreams that gives my heart no rest and sometimes i...
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