The waters in the womb that I came from,
must have been riddled with this sadness,
must have been thick with reality,
because at my most natural times--
I am aware of this depth.

Times when my own voice is enough,
waking up to a November sky--
If I were a sky, I'd be something like this
the dark tensions of one season leaving
as another takes it's place
the fight between two kindred spirits
swearing separation to find themselves
as tumultuous as,

Every other fight I have ever known
has never been as beautiful as this.
Hello, era.