Underway

We watch from different carnations as the sky parts heavy plumes with blinding tomorrow, today.

Witness- to ruthlessly carved shadows across the hour.

The endless reveals the weary observers, no matter the fact.

Our distance obscured by the familiar.

We know…The ether ever warm and inviting, will only turn into bitter wind.

Like grit between teeth then bone to the ground.

Wether dreams end or arrive, goodnight. Goodnight.