Autumn in ZP

    The only leaf I plucked, it faded out,
    A vestige of the past remained instead,
    A vortex gulf became the ether cloud
    Which poured with darkness as the sun had set.
       And I acquire the depth of distant skies
       That falls into the chasm where color dies.
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    The souls of urban dumps, they all were dreaming
    Of time to take a look at the stellar sky,
    I pushed the door ajar to find the gleaming
    Of a kodaked rapture in a cyan eye.
       I stand before this gate as evening burns,
       I’ve reached the land in which the lost returns.
    
    The dawn of blue revealed a careless wonder
    That peered between the rays of inner beams
    When started up the dream I'm living under
    And overflowed the day with radiant streams,
       The glitter of a glass-house saved the rhymes,
       Of childish laugh you gave me for all times,
    
    And I recall the wild initiation
    Inside the whirlpool of a gemmy night
    That sputtered sparks in crackling indignation
    And filled the city with electric light,
       A lucid moon came lying on the branch
       When all this swirling beauty had to change.
    
    Beside a misty lake we sat awaiting
    For an appearance chance, for turning back,
    And when it came, forgotten, dim and fading
    We layd and smelled the grass in thunder sack,
       We thought we knew the way that ran above
       The abyss bottomless, oblivion chasm, the love.
    
    We tried to catch the only wind to weather
    The views of bolted doors and windows barred
    And thousands of stairs we held together
    In spectral disillusion of the art,
       But when it rose it brought the autumn gray
       That hid a natural shine in gloomy spray.
    
    The sparkling whirl dissolved in fairy power
    Of a hazy morning spreading overhead,
    The fog in which we sailed had masked the flower
    That all the grayish world was laughing at
       And as the frost had fixed the wish to play
       The crystalline delirium filled the day.
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    Dead-drunk I sing beside a homely bough,
    The land of rustling leaves, it’s all destroyed
    And strings start burning in my fingers now
    And sadness spreads its wings in silent void,
       It withers like the chance for me to be,
       The scent of dying. Autumn in ZP.
    
                                    1997 Apr 25
    
    

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