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[fledgist]

November comes, the leaves colour and fall,
it's time for me to travel and to speak
of politics past and future, what we call
the vision of a world that's not so bleak.
The poems that I write come from within,
words of my heart but coming from my head,
i seek to hold things down, seek now to pin
some images in place, though still I dread
what I will find when I have searched inside
my head and heart; whether I can walk
a path that's just between my fear and pride,
or if the verse I write is just more talk.
Beyond this, I want you who come to read
to take your time, to savour not to speed.