down september

girl is surroun-

ded by task; a

light emerges,

it finds her in

a dark dream, here

to name her,

 

glory,

good,

 

and other sweet no-

thing something words

that itch in day

and burn by night

 

good and glory,

her body they

loved; she did not

know it, and fell

and lost to her

dumb down september

 

a month where a light

came down heavy to

explain the darkness,

despite not knowing

it.

 

light measures the dark

(and my depth in it)

uses all its least

favorite words to

call me forth, but is

too impatient to

wait for me to come

 

call me by glory, light

call me by good

use my names against

me; just find me and

medevac my ass

out of this world

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