On the way to indecision

So the window began to grimace
 Only instead of glass & nbsp; candle fire in the window climbed
 The day nor so through it climbed
 The night is too dark
 Trees listen to the smell of the weather
 Leaves  the branches are touching at the heels
 All around, as always
 And the window began to grimace
 
 Sweeps & nbsp; thoughts & nbsp; broom raw autumn
 Preparing to meet the ice in the shower
 Preening robber
 Him on a date go, & nbsp; Rob under a beautiful moon
 And no one & nbsp; or what does not explain
 Why  short & nbsp; life, and after it live not want
 And lie sleeves  on the hands of & nbsp; the short
 The entire length
 
 I'll probably go and get out
 To the door from which the key is lost
 And I'll probably stay awhile
 A little here, a little close to
 There,  outside & nbsp; so – same sing songs
 And when they are tired, & nbsp; songs are sung & nbsp; wearily
 I'll probably stay there until I get back.
 
 It's not just the key that gets through the keyhole
 The keyhole gets loud and quiet
 Who stands at the door must not fall
 And if you fell, & nbsp; let   & nbsp;dream of graves
 And let death lead with bee venom
 From honey to honeycomb cellular shutdown
 After all, we were born not to call, but to speak
 Until the last ring of the phone
 
 And the fire of the candle in the window all grimace
 And I feel cold, & nbsp; like hunger
 Draining buckets of rain from the sky
 And if they get tired, it will snow
 Here it is invisible, but clearly audible
 Like a heartbeat in a cage
 So while  there is no desire to be reborn
 In addition, & nbsp; who else does not mean anything