lines illustrated as pictures spent
a heart is outlined as hands enfold
around a twisting branch
set to die
in autumn's destined reign

the words i've heard
faded, slipped from your lips
the clock,
it chimes a certain time,
and we fall
we fall

like ashes we fall
like half eaten leaves,
crumbled,
gnawed at by a winter-like vice.
we fall.

but we rise again.
with the breath of a new -
a new sort of summer.