the eternity
winks back at us
from the depthless
balcony view
we stand here
holding hands
hoping
we can be new

my purse is full
of ten billion dinar notes
Tesla's face
crinkled and old
not enough to buy
a cinema ticket
just enough
to fight off the cold

the expanse of days
stretches before us
memories yapping
at our heels
do we still have it in us
to make new reels?