Celestial Season Being

Fall girls
Not like summer girls
Can't see their faces
Bright lights
Confusing
Truth
Beyond their curtains
Stitched at the sleeves
These wing-readied-beings

I
Must try to hide

Down in the valley
Escape their sights
& their talons
Try to know
A feeling
That's what
One was
Now forming
I can't explain it
Just shaking
In place
Unassuming

To the disguise
Mouths instead
Of
Eyes

And here I thought love
Was in my heart
Not my
Mind

Plucked out
& passed out
Like a child's toy

There's nothing
There's not here
Just my...
Blood
My blood!
Oh my!

Got to try
Got to try
To find
The truth!