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A red moon,
chilled air,
and the waning autumn
light of October
This is how the world appears,
beckons me to find words,
to fulfill this ritual gift,
scoring time
with welcomed redundancy.
Summoning familiar words
simple letters spill,
as if falling from a worn leather scrabble tumbler
faithful vowels, blending consonants
form meaning on our rose-water pink,
tongues,
curled
with murmurs
of
continued
desire
