fall
fall
has always been
a perfect season
to feel all of the earth's
great mass
below
wheeling about its axis
the dry cracked hands
of mighty aging gods
with massive
arthritic knuckles
slapping the ball of it
onward clockwise
the atmosphere
a tolerable cool
reminds the skin
that it feels
always unstoppingly
recieving
stimulii
and the sky is all holy painted the way
clouds just whispy enough crawl
past the sadest
moon
of the year
2 comments:
That was awesome! I felt a pull at my feet like I could actually feel the world turn. What a revolution (pun intended).
this will do...
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