Change has made a fall of me,
And age has made a winter,
Watching in the mirrors
As the costumes wear like clockwork,
And the cloudier the vintage gets
The more I’m sure those vagaries
I used to call myself
Are just some scratches in the glass,
Places where the ash collects
And paths for condensation
When the breaths I speak
To veil what can’t be faithful
Build too heavy
And my tendency to disbelieve,
Like rain, just purls away.

#Melbourne #Australia

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