Eschatology

I want to dance in the snowin the dark of nightlike I did before there was weather radarto show the precise moment a snowfall will endor clocks the precise moment the first-light will break

I want to live in the moment of eternitywhere this night and this snowstormhave always been and always will be

to exist solely in possibility

I want to dance in the snowin the dark of nightwithout any predictionof a coming clearing of cloudswithout any promise of a dawn