Leaves follow me visiting columbariums
thinking about being inert as old wood.
Full moon starts to rise, trees emit vapors I breathe
then I enter into the dim and echoing marble halls
where candles aglow in stone recesses
calmly illuminate withered bouquets
“what was that soft hoot, or coo?”
Skeletons coming out of their tombs
with their arrows for me and ones I love
is this our end? Death?
Leaves follow me visiting columbariums
and turn to dust orange in the sunset
as the days surely shorten.
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.