Autumn’s first snap approaches on stormy wings
Alley shadows squeal; strikes mimic father’s strap to flesh
In the land of immortal summer, we thirst for first drops
Neon underbellies reflect ambitions of the spires; sky meets man & weeps
The feared among the flawed celebrate the sun-god’s sickness with eulogy penned
Long live nature’s children; heirs and heiress of the new dawn
Strike not until you see the ghosts
The Gonzo Wolf 
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