The leaves twirl as they fall, falling down in a slow sad dance

Turning its face away from the sky, dying midair, lost, out of reach

And the boughs shiver suturing heaven and earth in a cup of moonlight

And I think of how I am falling, flayed by the winds, and each

Thought bent out of shape and dragged back to the state of unity

Falling, with no prayer for release , till I become one with the night.

I have reinvented you, bit by bit, taken care to erase the notes

scribbled most carelessly on folded corners, taken time to

remove the binding, to invert our shared memory into a lifeless still.

All our summer evenings spent in reading strange new literature
smoked fashionably

taking time, between long deliberate drags to notice

the rise and fall of the nocturnes, as we progressively forget

our conversations, the noise of our words killing all thought.