Snowfall
Swollen skies of ivory and rust.
The snow falls like ash,
settling on our rooftops to spark
promises of fire.
There is no romance,
only a conspiracy of ruin.
She has come possessed
…who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall, possessed by the skies.
bullroar…it doesn’t come down to subterraneans…extemporaneously your ashes cannot characterize posterity…