the autumn breathes __ high in the city   changing the leaves understanding to pity   out in the open you're following ghosts   just like the sound of your voice i fear to mention   following trees from the root to the country   how easy it seems for the new air to push me   at night in the warm grass you're lying undone   i realize the gift of your choice   i'm fine with nothing   you took the time to distort all my questions   lead me away from the _   presently speaking, nothing means more    than watching us all fall apart   the autumn breathes empty/ending