To save memory

Eight leaves

in blue

away from me, by feet

framed, lived below a face

so green in autumn

the picture is transcendent

 

In an instance

detracted, remarked, unabashed

a last enforced folly called by some kind of Peculiar

autumn watched

watched me and coronated often as those sentences have been heard before

 

Hey

I’m in you without a doubt or confection.

Hey. The term resounds like the last page of a false lover.

Hey. You built more of a foundation in your eyes, and my nerves return to you.

Hey. You might be afraid, but I don’t spit screams for no reason

The picture is transcendent.