autumn...

I cracked a rib.

the morning cough

    the spray of blood

the night before.

and now relax.

lingering

life is a lingering fragrance

   like music in movies

and deja vou

       subtle background noise

and cloud covered suns.

      it moves like fall branches in a gentle breeze

until finally...

subsequent sustenance

the essence of existing

living in real color

real time

                                   or

wait until you're old and grey