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October.
Already?
It still feels like winter.
The orange of the pumpkin
Looks like the sun
And reminds me
You don't know it's fall,
Because you never saw the summer

Suddenly
I am riding in a rickety carriage
Full of other prisoners
Who are all enduring the same pain
As I am

And the sun
Is hiding behind a cloud
A cloud that covers the whole sky
In a blanket of 
Black

I wonder

If inanimate objects sign up for jobs

Maybe heirlooms

Get the best jobs because they have something treasured,

Like Experience

Getting passed down from hand to hand

But I doubt this

Because

Identity is a huge part of our lives, because it makes up everything about who we are and how we move about the world. And part of our identity is where we are from.

        Clocks tick on a steady rhythm, but the earth’s clock has an irregular heartbeat that fills the room with a sort of enigmatic song that everyone seems to know.

Dawn

Is still

Eyelids closed, maybe just

Silent

Let us stay silent

To early for whispers to wake

To early for sounds to carry across morning breezes

Wings flap and stretch