“Falling Snow in Guelph, Ontario, Canada” By Ryan Hodnett (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Sick of screens that blind with light,
I’ll sing myself to sleep
and let all facts arrive to you
undeniably as night.

I watch the snow fall silently
and do not care to count.
I don’t want to tell you anymore
what it all amounts to.

Categories: Poetry

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