I know it's timed
How leaves leave
As I reach to hold you
Seasons come to pass
Treachery in your reach…
Certain is…
The fate of leaves
The fate of trees
Unlike for us
A choice to flee
Or to endeavor
Newly planted, our roots
Would grow forever
In our hearts
All through the lackluster--Through
All dispairing uncanny
flux
Honest hearts do not fail
Their love stays active
Nurishing with blood
Pushing and holding what is GOOD
ABOVE
EVERY
THING
It seems I am grasping
Leaves--apprehensive of us
Your limbs recede and smolder
Atop the fussy soil and
The testy odor spoils my nose
Left here is fortuitous
A desolate mulch pending
Sure decline until vanishing
Gouged into my pitiful effigy is
Your betrayal of me--your
fiery deceit--your
fatly feast--this
derision
of us
-ZACH
Ron