New years eve feels like yesterday.
An angel arrives on a wounded planet
Our fair sister
Been ravaged and plundered
Ripped and bit
Stuck with knives in the side of the dawn.

I should mention
He will kindly dissent
For the guest’s cards tucked
The labels on our lips
And the dreams we have ******.

A map of the world can be found in the empty, locked computer room.

On the other side of the mountain
Proud monk folk draw elaborate systems with sticks in the sand
And in the evenings
Sip, splash and clap with their hands.

I suggest to those present
All of you with considerable stakes in the company
To withdraw the entirety of your wealth
And join us in building our sunset pier.
Let's drink ‘till spring
Wash away our tears.