Stream-entry mist the fall line exorcising the darkness

The dead stillness across doing after a while the edge

Dusk's encryption of darkness in woods the ghosts left out the words

Surfing my desires the spindrift of uncertain tomorrows

Love's a flower-throated grief trickling from a seed under-wintering in snow

Evergreen dressings for the crow on the rock rain drums here comes destiny

My thoughts collected the devil offered a whole new vocabulary but all the languages were dead

My doppelganger dumps a soul mate for an acquaintance therapy it must be face-to-face

Autumn excess first in coloration an icicle bath from the breath at its far edge

Years consider the dead in your company but they are here