Grounded
as colorants and undertones change hands
there's me.. who clasps at disappearing heat
i'm rooted in the berries, stained by sun
rejecting grooves of somber snows ahead
caught amid an Equinox
i write into the middle
between the split.. i've fallen
in the lonely burst of autumn
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