Thursday, December 19, 2013

Father Christmas

Corralled in the silver snow,

Invisible towards the crimson streamers flown,

Entropy, drenched in the memories of time,

Dripping wet, in the jungle's steam,

No changing of the season,

Just a smile and a wave, as we pass upon the stones,

It won't mean much the next morning,

Here in the chaos
city streets, electric..
...another face in the crowd,
our moods, just another vaunted spike,
barely registering on the cracked screen,

All we can do is marvel at the glowing buttons,

Keep pushing, mash them together, like dough....
till you win the fight.

And...RESET.



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