The calendar says it’s autumn.
And yes, the storms have
gathered into a legion
of silver soldiers
who will roll over each other,
one by one, until they break
the hour glass of time with their thunder.
And yes, the place where my mind
went to dwell is equally dark.
So I beg you: even though it's fall,
do not look at the moon,
that liar, as he sits on his
ivory throne wearing the black
velvet night like a cloak.
In this case, white doesnot stand for purity.
In fact, he is ambivalent about your love
and you know this is true. All it takes
Is for you to look up, even once,
to see that fat, cratered bastard
flirting with the insolent clouds.
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