It was the fall of man.
or maybe just the fall of me?
well anyways, i know it was autumn. (or wait, was it winter?)
i know that i loved her.
so truant so tied (so true and so tried)
we sat on the lake with the Lilly pads dancing green and happy.
we watched that big gold curve go down in the sky like a thousand bees missing their burns.
we were both poets.
thinkers if you may...
(at least i think?)
i remember squeezing her so fast and secure.
but we were not joined at the belt.
rather... we were joined at the swinging sensations of our sides.
like old new york jazz.
swinging our way into the cool night, we were.
and then i awoke to see the towering pines so gently whispering to me.
whispering cold winter and hot tea.
A
man
alone
in a cabin.
Essentially,
Form Asymmetry.
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