fall does not exist
where i am
but i know it is near

i sense it in the soft nights
when nothing puts me to sleep

i recognize it
in my growing restlessness

i stare at the simple latch of my window
and touch the permanent dirt on my walls

thirty three days have ended
barely
the wraps of time sway me noticeably

according to calendars i don't own
it is only september

lifetimes will be lived
until i am where i will be
-9/14/08