The Opening Year Testo

Dark pools in a field.
Cities like hi-pass, lo-pass.
Brick frown, bracket mouth.
High school sweethearts.
Breath night October 24,
jog under yellow corpse.
Know we're all there.

I recall intimacy.
Maple innocent history. Kingdom rule and the majority.
Field flat-backed, heaving.
A stomach blow.
“This here is changing.”