Autumn in the East

Autumn in the east
annual transition of spirits
one day life is miserable
sticky and hateful and unbearable

The magic of the moment
first a smell
a delicious hint of memories lost
for at least one year

Then one morning
maybe to take out the garbage
like walking into life itself
or at least the definition of fresh

And you remember
goddamn it is fucking great
to live - to be alive
it's like orgasm's fury

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