as it falls apart

afternoon grey in afternoon sounding
you petals leaves and leaves you
what are my clothes worth what
free scattering no return falling free
epochs are rustling by
today sounds are better than all that
in floridas and gulfs
and when its time is come
because of this I am almost a man

and washes the leaves into the sea
empty glasses
syllables you almost understand
rat bones, black and white
the dissolving skin
we are all making works, I hear
at our shoulders
visited by crows
lights light

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