Let's decipher winter in the
Cluttered snow, so dark, so deep,
Sibling of the earth we're made of,
Weight of flight added to it.


Let's play with a weightless Santa,
In shiny cardboard boots,like his doppelgangers in the mall,
Unloaded from allegedly temporary recyclable coffins every jolly season.

Let's say we need a tree-like song, to cover our shadows,
As His appearance covers our appearances,
No matter how old we are to believe,
We tolerate Nativity scenes.

Wake-up call: forbidden.
Let's get back to sleep, as if we're dreaming,
Reality is a shame.

Let the chaos do its job.
It stabs with its flag of pleasure.