Years One After The Other

Overtaken by a silent snowfall,/in a certain winter/my limbs gathered on a bed of dry tubers./As snow becomes rain/a chance appears for relief/from the retinue out the window./The Main Drag absorbs ice manna./Autos pass in series/I watch them crawl/assured by their meekness./To bear witness to the heavens;/admonish airy clusters/appeal to the breezes/hear the foreign dirges./I keen in the park/tumble down stone stairs/I can convince you those passing cars/are filled with czars and assassins

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