Septembering

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Now

slumber is peaceful,
dreams are sweet,
sweat is a choice -
not required;

air is silken,
blue sky soft,
crazed drive for fun
subsides.

Look around.
What's new?
Everything.
And it's all
old too.

Great pumpkin says

it's ripe
when death
brings life

and life
brings winter.

Chill, my children.
Chill.

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