There is no light this Fall neither sun nor black fluorescent. Instead, neutral gloom companions us while leaves cry out not red, orange, or yellow, but couch brown, sedimentary in the dust. The cast is somnambulant, with wide awake, inward eyes deep rings around outward orbs matching the dark blue of their winter coats. I glide across this scene, silent as the rest curled in my friendly straitjacket too flinching from the elemental worst. I witness the machinery of the people around me loving, living, while breathing down spacious roads. In the stillness of the air, children come and go. I must leave in time, too. I am slipping down the wind unseen, by unknown, friends and all alike Touching no one, no one’s coming to recognize this meandering wanderer. I glory in this euphoria! Flight unbridled by the base of life, no one knows me no one sees me. Slipping down the wind unseen by all responsibility concerns undeigned. Of flesh, and blood, and souls of others no need for such precocious notions while leafing through the air so wise and so disguised as any breezing thing. Unchecked by anchors or oaken limbs down and through the wind unseen, Gone before a thought can be. See the children gone by. I have time left to leave to tend to other things To learn again to fly on rewrought silver silken wings. No time left to grieve much less to sigh faced with the end of being My tears dry up, too scarce to cry. See the children gone by. I have time left to leave Swirling smoke of burning dreams of memory, of clouds of grief of ancient sighs. Wince back tears too precious cried, stay standing still and life speeds by.
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