Out of the populace

Out of the populace

A confluence forming

Marked with the obvious

Of a darkness storming

Is there an audience

Apparently that’s so

And how far is too far

Will anyone say no

The near naked trees stand

The near naked trees stand

Across the flatter west

As evergreens ever

Brooches on autumn’s best

Water towers looking

Like spaceships have landed

The road stretching onwards

White dashed and gold banded

Breaking my own heart with

Breaking my own heart with

Puzzles missing pieces

Nighttime skies with lost stars

Never signing leases

Concentrating on moon

And our feelings of here

Forgiving the future

Before it grows more near