Haiku #226 – #228


I searched for things
Which did not exist.
Beneath the rocks, lost amethysts.


Firs cloaked in Autumn;
For paradigm’s sign of growth
Is the well of wants.


I flew with the furies
Of neurons, the leaves redden
Then brown. Autumn lapsed.

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