only prayer draws me up from this lacking, this demoralization. this devastation. only prayer can restore me and my faith in these times.
like the days we march on. november. i have an affinity for you. your cooling trend. the killing off of worst of summer. i become pensive and add layers. indoors i go quiet. wrapped in blankets reading books. though autumn is the end, i see renewal in thoughts and feeling states. even love, lost in the humidity, pounded out of stereos, is attainable once again.
comes a time when each passing moment is so unlike the one before and after it, i wonder how i am awestruck by a thousand years of human progress. more was accomplished in the time it took to compose.
fall rises in the system
hot coffee becomes special
essential
we need each other more
to keep warm
the sun rose red
in an ashen sky
my failing was fast food
and an instant
high
