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Psalms of Autumn
Today I arise-
Blithely singing rhymes
Within the dwindling night's pride
Framed from this fraying room;
Outside, stars are shrouded
By the diamond-backed moon-
A blackened shade
Glittering, the pale light
Somnolent in a young man's
Eyes, and I-
In this broken-sleep bed
Reap the early streams,
Stealing the first rays of sun.
Whitewashed walls-
And all the screaming buses flirt
With a fresh morning paved
On the proud street.
Swarms of ramshackle peasants
Wooing each other on wharves-
In their oblivious stares,
Reciting lines of lewd news;
And the mongrels wrangling,
Lassoed by the spumed mouth-
Froth in its feathered flight,
A cyclone of words spewing.
Flumes flow, and the
Flurry of fleece-flocked scurry
To their caves, carved and cut
In the crying sky's reign-
The nimbus clouds curling
Past tendrils, hooking wild edges
Weathered and white,
The wreathing road soaked.
Cacophony of thundering exhausts
Rips through the bone-china walls
Scything spurned silence,
Awakening a storm of hunger
Chiming inside;
And these famous bells gravely
Glide, through gullies
Riven amid my cavernous mind.
As the eerie river, robed
Rides past the ghosted shore
And slows.
Around, and through the town's
Two brave hills, colliding and
Sheathed by this argent sheet-
Lost in winter's swollen tides,
Palavers of rooks cried.
In the palled morning mists-
Enveloping the black-backed sun
Palazzos of slate wave-
To a vortex of diminished grey;
Bearded and choking on his leaden
Lungs, and hung on the dun bank,
A cigarette-cloaked man
Is clenched in a smoky fist.
Near moody market stalls-
Waltzing past old wet hands
Praying in their silent vows,
Blessed below celestial doors
Ajar, but closing-
Heaven's coven of light leaving;
Etched on this loathsome vellum,
Psalms of autumn's final knelling.
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