Spring – Summer – Autumn – Winter
...the pattern of life rehearsed year after year.
I remember the life force within me used to be independent of the seasons, as if in my youth, I remained in an extended perpetual Spring.
But now, the crisp cold autumn affects me.
My limbs seem brittle like seared red leaves poised to fall into decay.
The rich muck of decay…
…smells like money…
… or poop…
…and occasionally, so do I.
Into the blue again/into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground
Letting the days go by/into the silent water
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...