Fall

My Poetry

In the silence, agony
blinding suddenly
echoes of faded shades
and sadness thoroughly

Biokinetic technology
infused in pre-developed wannabe

I feel I’ve lost a part of me
with the falling of oak leaves from branches up high
my fairies continue to surveil me
I need not fear the depths of vacuousness,
of placid solitude
It’s who I’ve always been

Squealing from the chasm spasms reactivity
my nerves know much more than me
True, soon I’ll win
They’ll be under me
Return to connectivity.

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