The leaves are pretty much beyond.

Trees are shivering in their nakedness.

Conceptual eagerness tries to respond.

Desire, completes the cycles of connection.

Reimagining our untold fullness, one’s wild boldness.

As unimpeded vast, luminous reflections

and colorful affections.

Primary separation, calls for outside forces.

Deep yearnings chime in, attempting to reunify.

Like the, king’s men, horses and humpty dumpty discourses.

Can we put all things back together again?

Will longings shorten, dissolve, dissipate or integrate?

Or will we refrain?

Staying behind and beneath.

Like, a shadow, in winter’s storm.

Branded with the Mark of Cain.

Saviors, leap into this groundless bliss.

Being aware, of fruitless cravings.

Knowing that nothing is amiss.