Autumn is drooping heavy with molten hours

Her liquid gold is pooling in the ceilings of our moments

 

We feel her fiery gaze upon us like never before

And we stare back like never before

Waiting for a leaf to fall

Waiting for a moment to pass

Melting into her golden crucible

Our dust and dirt are simmering

They do not rise

 

Time is momentless now

 Too heavy to run with

Too light to need to

When nothing is what must be done

Tocks are replaced by heartbeats

Without the rise and fall

There is only being without breath

There is only being

There is being

 

Every heartbeat is a mountain

Every heartbeat is a rush of wind

I am that peak though I cannot climb

I am that rush though I do not breathe

My body is enraptured by being

 

Every blink is a mote of dust in light

Every blink is a gold leaf vein

I am that dust though I do not rise

I am that vein though I do not beat

My heart is hypnotised by being

 

Let the simmering hypnotise

For the moment will boil over

Breath will rise

The leaf will fall

Flaws will float away

The golden weight of being will be exhaled

And breath will rise again

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3-4/20

© Nichola Tatyana 

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We feel the density of time itself 

(Andrei Tarkovsky)

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