For The Future

Have it.
Autumn speaks in tongues for the future of ourselves, but I need to look at the past.
There you overfluttered my valley.

The remains are easily forlorn. "A sphinx has been civilized."
The girl returned to your calves.

I was smart, fool.
With you being baptized I was able to unlock the sky.
But further looking I see you faking
as your hands held ice

for a repressed nation.

I try to speak in meaningful twists but rather hoping. You are not nodding.

Irony has
smoked
your
bad
blood
out.
To be able to cry is not to be able to hold back the fear.

You raised a tale, told a tale, decorated.
My money is on the table:

"She probably sucked your life today."

"Is that right?"