Will the point be established
by the re-enumeration
will anyone be left
listening past the long vacation
done so many things
for so many wrong reasons
but hell with it I’m building my
bulkhead in its proper season
faced the fire, now it’s in me
burning for its only purpose
one more thing you’ll never fathom
if you only see the surface
I could call the point of turning
if the readiness is really all
now I’ll bring the fate winds with me
Past the golden gates of Fall
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