Like forever meets the mist.

Strangled in shades, like caved falling fingers by the creeping river
Plunged too brightly in the shadows forever, like forever meets the mist
In the emptiness of the humming autumn red fruited and lowly kissed
On the swath of land, haunts them, hunts them in the dwelling giver

Of promised rapture, the vowel of drunken aesthetic alive and liver,
The boast tendered from the mouthed language, limbless to insist
Strangled in shades, like caved falling fingers by the creeping river
Plunged too brightly in the shadows forever, like forever meets the mist

And remembering infinity when it is grasped in nature’s wolfed slithers,
Flocked as ghosts, as words of humanity undressing in a torn darkening mist
And there is not a forever, we must surrender as the dazzle of the sky blurs in starlit
Blood fall days when the moon is stuccoed with white, the red ghosts, we only shiver
Strangled in shades, like caved falling fingers by the creeping river.

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