Pseudopsychosis.

Original draft.

Shudder, these leaves scuffle
in the admission of winter
in the yellowing stillness
that faces you, bleeding mindlessness;
You are a fool, you are death,
where eyes decipher
the plea in the thorns
of a mother’s tree,
and the godhood in the horizon,
that wept in smothered dark,
alone in Elysium
labor in the embrace
the tumult of colors in the sky
illuming disarray at the end,
alive to drown.

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Revised version.

Shudder, these leaves scuffle
the admission of winter
in the yellowing stillness
that faces you, bleeding mindlessness;
You are a fool, you are death,
where eyes decipher
and wept in the dark
alone in Elysium
labor in the embrace,
illuming disarray at the end,
alive to drown.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

Reposted 7/14/2021.