caught the eye of the tiger

so now its the sallow swarthy windy month of october and i've always had a thing for october, not just bc it was my first month out of the womb, but bc it's a month where light begins to seem to tilt sideways and where everything seems like it's gold, and where everything seems to start to die in like a brilliant glory; and the thing is that here the same is true, and i feel a little like im riding this parallel line of light, this line of light threaded back and through all the octobers of my childhood, when things seemed to strike me in almost exactly the same way as they do these days (golden, that is, and spilled sunlight measured back), but also threaded back and under and parallel across the water, all the way across the atlantic to georgia, which, they say, sits along the same line of lattitude as rabat. this hollow sweetness and these strangely lit days, like a line of deja-vu across space.