As the autumn turns

As the autumn turns I see the auburn wheat fields burning dowsing into pools forever serenely green imparting mystery will history repeat itself? not meeting under Heaven's Eye the tides that rise, the years that die all sleeting cold against me, blows the wind has dealt me linger still potential running through my quill the ties that bind us shackle some and make us blind, and deaf, and dumb the numbness spreads up tingling through the aching in my chest and here, I know, you guess the rest and everything that cannot follow every pill that's hard to swallow for both of us! As winter presses grapes of wrath for our duresses drink the dregs and tremble you can drown in just a thimble. Mark Burton Tuesday, November 1st, 2005, 2:54 A.M.