Sadness setting
Cut to sadness begetting nightfall
and onward to sadness begot:
only befitting; the space between stars is obvious, but the spaces between spaces is how you continue to guide yourself home every night
to another night tucked but not stuck, and free to follow the fancies before you
before, you would just reach out and touch them, or whisper a slight, makeshift grin towards the upward-western sky
that always saw you.
Now you dream askew - better than dreaming skewed, where the slanted world slips on its own icy surfaces;
the surfaces where they’ll find you now awake, or find you non-waking in the colors rupturing their turbulence.
The autumn respite:
a gray and grieving skyline
clutching to summer.
