Comical elegance: it dramatizes the most profound of concerns
It shutters hopeful excuses and shallows its doldrums
Its dominating exit is felt at the core of the legacy of its making
It is the illustration of years gone by and time ripe for taste
Autumn’s aim falls conceptually on the atlas of no hibernation
It threatens the visibility of proof and gathers a wealth of imaginative regimes
My Autumn’s artisan trades ubiquity and literal interest
It suffers no remorse, yet its facilities politically resonate with the goalkeeping of its lucid form
The rate of its vibration is clustered in its absence; equally coy and ravenous
Perhaps the extraordinary fibers of its scent reinvent the launch of reason
That whose confusion feeds off its very grandeur awareness
The craft of its battle persists and retreats in slumber, and
in speech with whispers of silence with budding hope for memoirs spiritual incitement
Beautiful and ever so elegant work of Kuena. Few poets achieve her literary grace, which, i might add, she truly personifies.