Since I was blinded by the stars crashing in against my breast,
I fled, hurling myself backwards into the skies from the past.
Ten autumnal kings rose up against me.
Angels and treachery always accelerate downfalls.
A leaf, a man.
In your orbit my blood was burning, enemy moon.
Save me from years in a nebulous state,
from mirrors that pronounce apparel and vanished pages,
from stamped hands in yawning memories.
They're burying us in enemy wind.
My soul has forgotten the rules.