autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

Midweek haiku chain blah blah blah

Artist: ispywings (Deviant Art)

The weight of Fall breeze,
Soft drift, the ash of old fires,
Sent to the four winds

Like my tale of life
The shape of all things to come
Crafted by what was

But for those times when,
As Atlas, my shoulders shrug…
Weight of world, falling

Drifting like the ash
To rest quietly on ground
Inertial gasp

Spin of time, passing,
Cycles turn replication

But me? I just feel tired.