1008
Damián Antón-Ojeda
On autumn sun into greenworld sadness
Greenfield of another word
Broken zweisamkeit
Leaving you and your stone eyes never seen autumn
Returning to October and embers rise
Gloombird in a lavender home
I feel storm burning through me
You’ve never known autumn
You never would
There is no bringing
I am every autumn anger
I deserve all beauty
I deserve 12 perfect June hands
I deserve everything