clinging to the wreckage of civilization
Meaning: Harvest Reckoning, Preparation for Descent
The light wanes—not in defeat, but in preparation.
September lowers the sword and raises the mirror.
What is gathered must be weighed.
What is lost must be named.
Stand in the twilight without fear.
Let the failing sun touch your face.
Say: “I accept what is fading.”
Say: “I carry forward what endures.”
Close one door this month.
Not in anger, but in wisdom.
Some paths must be left unwalked.
Some gates must remain closed to be sacred.
Say: “I descend with dignity.”
Say: “I walk the shadowed road in truth.”
The harvest is complete.
Now, the soul must be prepared.