Nov 132013
 
Who was it who first was saying
The sayings of the end?

Who first knew that luminous summer 
Wasn't forever, wasn't irrevocable recovery?

That the child running home from the wood's verge
Arrives at an empty house?

Who was it who first saw
Our true inheritance is of light?

Light skitters over the malleable rill,
Or in metallic edges of the snow.

Later, a sharp wind clears the hill,
Saying in shrill grasses there, autumn.

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