i see mistletoes, i see brown leaves,
i see you
you are a cobweb over my eyes
i see through you.
you are the pinwheel that fans my mind.
i write sonnets.
you are the first breath of my morning.
last of my night.
you are where time lives, next to the moon.
you are my neighbour.
i wait for you. i die a bit before
The return of the Muse.
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