as it falls apart
afternoon grey in afternoon sounding you petals leaves and leaves you what are my clothes worth what free scattering no return falling free epochs are rustling by today sounds are better than all that in floridas and gulfs and when its time is come because of this I am almost a man and washes the leaves into the sea empty glasses syllables you almost understand rat bones, black and white the dissolving skin we are all making works, I hear at our shoulders visited by crows lights light