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Autumn is burning, turning,

all green grown is suddenly fire,

lit from within in the fading dusk.

The vital hue descending,

to the root and rhizome we all go,

to our essential darkness, but not before

our luminous colors reveal the passing

of our substance, our quest, our earnest effort

at some small good and holy godhood.

One last flare into the coming night!

One fierce instinct to speak of love

into the span of all that is.


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