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