In clouds of rain
caught sight
Among the stars
took flight
Torn asunder
oh sweet thunder
And well ****
What year is it
Set the alarm for 9
and snoozed
till half past 10
A warm bed
and lovely dreams
or frigid realities
of white bics
and dry wicks
So off to lecture halls
and faulty seals
to restore
what is not yet forgotten
Who faces away from a fire?