the curve of the day
the way we fall
or fail to recognise
the simplest of things
how light echoes around a room
how the wind glimmers in the trees
the strange shift in the weather

we act as if every eventuality
every inevitability
were accidental

though the leaves fall away
and nothing you say
will change a thing

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