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Treetops swayed in the November wind
Swayed into darkness

With the music of storms

Music, the partner of night

Stripped bare in the dance

Bare yet rooted yet reaching

Rooted deeper into the unfathomable

Deep and naked night


The clothes of day lay at my feet

Crumpled, wet,and ruined


Crumpled, wet, and ruined

I stood as a silent intruder
Watching this strange and sacred act


One late October evening

Disguised, like I said,

As November

Disguised, as I was,
I could not turn away.

One Single Impression