Two minutes and ten and thirty
Out in the world the snow falls
Blankets a place that’s not mine

Moment to moment, time ticking
Loses not a second
We’re propelled into futures

One street, long adapting
Cars above and earth below
Thrumming, strumming echoing

Beyond the reach
Into the grip whence
The band of hollow eyes awaits

If the fates decide it
Any common denominator can
Bring a breathless morning.