You Could Have Surrendered

You could have surrendered long before now,
but you thought you needed to do something
called 'faith.'
Carefully observe last summer's roses,
how each petal crinkles and singes
in a flame of transparency

where wings of beauty enter the world
through windows of death.
Like that, the burning you wanted
started before you started
Now, just drown in the unseen.
Call it Autumn.

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