It began in the fading seconds of that failed autumn
Under the layers of burnt orange leaves
Revealed a fallacy
A once held belief of a return
Faded to a latent realized oblivion
Made recognizable by its bite
From this final pound of flesh
Never again to know the awakening, saving touch
Years spent searching for solace hidden among the nightmares
Amid hesitant hopes
Summer/Autumn 2024
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