all things

Fall fire
The moon coolly
sets us all
ablaze
and then recedes,
leaving the tousled tops
of mountains
for dead.
Leaving you
in a state
of decay.
Leaving me
with quite a view
from just over the top
of my hardest cider.

Drip, it
All must drip down
and mix.
And then, ferment.

New life
from death.
See!
Like finest silk
threads formed across
what used to be
your mouth.

The violet sky spattered
With black silhouettes
Of All Things we did
And only you would know
If they're any more
Than mere shadows
On a dank cave wall