Cross night love in the fall of fall
There is no one like that
Or no one who likes that
To a person, no Night of love
Sun always out
Liking not lacking
Not double crossed, Crossing as one
Crossing out
Crossing over
Any one
Ineffaceable
Unfaceable
To the ground, action is the withering
But down to the ground weathering
Hard – and harder landed
Come apart, must be a deeper part
To have it broken up.
There is nothing like that