In your late autumn,
a flowering tree.
Magnets
you and I have pushed each other
round the sides of the world
only
to meet again
at the beginning
me in your castoff coat
worn through
and given back
as you are now
smaller
All Empires Come to Dust
In your late autumn,
a flowering tree.
Magnets
you and I have pushed each other
round the sides of the world
only
to meet again
at the beginning
me in your castoff coat
worn through
and given back
as you are now
smaller
The F.H.Gray Matter 