My Presence preceeds my chaotic yet virtous morality. My bland aura eminates only a small wimper in the fall of autumn. Luscious coppertone overtone- Envelop sun rays in a mystical shrine Inhibriation divine, Amongst silent trees of night. Compensation for my lack of compassion I pluck the last leaf off the face of fall, toss it into a snowpile- a burial with no mourning
