the clouds of turning grey enhanced their hues
the city air is cold
afternoon rushing from the midst
of a twisted, heavy thought
there is nothing to keep me down,
tied to the ground
and i float around. . .
just like the crimson leaves, which sway
hollow. . .they fall
i rise, both of us detach from a crumbled entity
one natural, one artificial
one falling in reverse
one following its verse
odes of autumnal scents
and rain
[melange]
strips and stripes of color
society in stillness and sterile odor
make my mind to linger
somewhere between the sky and ground
[tainted souls on strings]
i breathe it all out,
all that i found. . .
[for i crave to have
a pair of wings]
and never dance lower than the clouds
and never sing any lower than my heart can bear
cleanse it all
and float
[and heal]
