What Must Come
Desire tells no lies truth burns deeper and longer than any acid the day surely folds into night there should be no surprise autumn leaves tense and taunt once pliable and once held fiercely by the branch must make circumstance confirm to truth though every year leaves spring anew yet not the same one we once knew is this the fate of even every man a command to bring forth growth and shed what once was for what must come 1.5.18