Reflection.
The watery depth of







vision





acknowledgement







identity





interpretation
the visual present
Autumn.
The season of







age







leaves
becoming


tainted







flames







burning
their former selves’
fall







dying
with




elegance
only a




phoenix
could match
Autumn Reflection.
The ever







daunting







reminder
what once



was
what is



present







fear
within




depths







knowing







knowing
the





future
yet





expected
to






react







ordinary
without a



sound
only the occasional movement
or the early


crackle










The ending.





That you know is coming.





That you know is coming.











That you.













Can't.













Stop.