bluer snow
piled in the alley
derelict remains
earthly weight
displaced, sauntering
in the night parade
the future looms
the future that looms
can’t halt the world
the year, the day, all time undone
barreling promise, succeeds and comes
one whirring sound, last breath of scents
fall soft/off in deep sedation
all hail the alchemist
make us numb
when we want
take us up on the hopes
we’ll expire in your rooms
the earth will trudge
along without you
indifferent to the slain
heavenly waste
anchors the hauling being
with their day tirades

INVIA LE CORREZIONI