i know the sandlots long for autumnal violins
but don’t languish in monotony kindred mongrel
blame the suffocating quandary of summer hours
and kiss me as a souvenir of brief and ancient joy
my eyes feast upon the shoreline the red lake light
this decadent sunset reminiscent of mortal peril
these high wine drunk endings becoming
temporality a fuel for sudden impassioned parole
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