He put his nose into it once too often
the jagged spike ripped the words from her mouth
as he peered into the abyss drawing possibly his last breath
he managed to say something right for a change
and the wind died down, the settled weather

He took to the sky and hovered around her
It swept her off her feet he danced with her in the stars

the winds of change
time to get old
cheery jam

the working man
the arms and the legs
all wrapped and delivered
by efficient courier
the choices of the
city built over tunnels
the honeycomb effect
hearing music everywhere
spreading your arms and soaring
despite being locked in the basement

the decision

as the dust lands on dust
as the last fibres rot or burn
the thoughts of others go with you
the dreams of what could have been
you take with you