It wrote itself on autumn leaves
And bound itself for dirt heaps
And they burned it for warmth
During a dark December Night
It broke apart until it became a whole
a hole in the heart of us all
And as it whipped around violently
again around us, we caught a glimpse
of ourselves within it
Reading the script with our chains on
And in the reflection we saw the distortion
like fragments pieced together with burning light
And so we threw it into the abyss
Written by Michael, someone else, and myself in creative writing class
