Under the surging leaves, the tide that blocks the sky.
It's blue, dark.
Interlocked grains, turning from clay to ash.
Adrift, I'm all sight.
Their echoes are round structures of light. Hearth.
Clutching at stars, devouring those who rot into the earth.
Like pillars of stone held by the ground, they wait for the oncoming.

Inside an ocean of wind.
Foreboding.
A spectre in the trees.
Spiralling leaves fall around me.

Reaching Hands hold corroded eyes,
whose morning song is lost to grey.
Stoic, sharing the same vision.
Dark wings mask salted beaks.

I'll glide though quartz, like fresh fallen snow.
The path is bound by the autumn.
In here I'll breathe water until I drown.

Blue leaves falling down.

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