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.
Poem: “Death of a Journalist”
"Falling Snow in Guelph, Ontario, Canada" By Ryan Hodnett (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons 
