but I'd rather read your real voice.
The autumnal oaks speak
to the happy half moon
under which serpents
swallow their tales.
Might as well cue the Dave Matthews
and read Infinite Jest while you're at it.
The river rides the horizon,
like a roller coaster of time,
carving up the mountains
in the image of eternity.
Sure, every twig is important,
but when's the last time you snapped a twig on your thigh?