beyond the trees, protected from the clock of autumn sun, ferns yet persist as yellow.
they shine out at me with a canary's pulse. something in me shines back at them in return, glistening, ambrosial, accruing, and common like honey.
the distance between all things narrows.
they shine out at me with a canary's pulse. something in me shines back at them in return, glistening, ambrosial, accruing, and common like honey.
the distance between all things narrows.
