The carapace of each
past day: undo.
Let the scales fall
and if remote and small
still make my vision new.
Hieroglyphic shapes
of mystification:
you may go.Autumnal mood
soggy with desolation:
turn your head
and glimpse the old decade
unreeling like a silver
ribbon, like a river
running, new
and new.
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