The approaching dark, winter's
Short sapphire twilight punctuated by
A streak of gold underlining
The western sky, along the indistinct
Horizon.
It is time to change the order now,
More necessary as my
Time runs out;
Time, contrarily the parabola's fixed point,
And as the universe reorders, I am moving,
Wondering how the pictures in my
Head will come alive, where they'll
Dovetail, full-circling into light
November wondering.
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