like snow flakes

they keep coming

down down down

into my left ear

through my brain

out from my left again

not a trace

left in the practical running of the big system

It is a close one

nothing can change it

no matter how many orders

no matter how urgent

like a winter palace

every one inside has locked their door

each having their own party

and no one can enter

the other's door

none

snow flakes keep falling

inside

outside

party goers

party host

chilled to their bones