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I will leave, but hurt myself
On the backside, the backside of the mountain
Where the autumn lives, boat rise through me
And opened backbones of highways and rivers
In the wake of this revelation
The wilderness of winds thrown back alas (?!)
In the unseen same ring, and the heron's final turn
I lower my head, stricken by the awe of it all

The reflection of stained glass colors your face
The light of day echoes your skin
Giving summer's beauty the rightness of warmth
These words in your mouth
Bring the sadness of a thousand winters

Confusion builds a fire
The smoke must clear to see and breathe

Like an autumn wind, a chill on the bone
And the shadow drags night across the sky
To see in the gut what is blind to the eyes
Seek council in the angle of the rain

You must work with the acre you are given
And read the signs of your days