Take the autumn will come stay angry embrace your abyss

 Taking autumn will come stay angry hug its abyss dry day uninhabited dazzling while I think of you as a mountain range of my grass-roofed steps border bridges its moving shores borders with frightened frog eyes remember the softness of your skin with bored eyes on your nakedness that it is a future to forget turning our backs on the climate that will never arrive in a body infected with a corrupt past