what has gone stands here
still, and too our withered air
when we have flown
haiku
autumn
autumn quietly
slips between the sheets, soughing
our ruminant thoughts
comrade trump
fat baby porker
defiled snout raking the dirt
fattened for the kill
here and now
waters are rising
cresting our overwrought necks
straining for succour
an eye to the end
before fools set in
let nectar run from your chin
and banish regret
chance encounters
out of the first fire
unplanned convergences breed
we are stochastic
we are?
undefinable
me undefinable you
as tide driven sand
the dark past
no matter the sun
a shadow will fall which must
be kept close at heart
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dark tendrils wormed in
lauded, their fetid breath drowns
rays of civil light
plenty
‘I’m happy’ she said
eyes musing her meagre life
‘we’re here with the stars’