time dilates
as
the worldblood
coagulates
a thickening of sap
as tree limbs
explode
in sequence
with the bitter scent
of autmunal
decay
the grim grin
of death
sweeps
across the hills
of childhood
leaving a corpse
in a copse
of rotted leaves
on the trails
to memory
lost
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
So good to read you.
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always a pleasure to be read by you
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My pleasure
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