Turning lights off

in my head

like I do in my house'

rooms

to cut off certain moods 

We're trained for deficit

but imagine differently:

just being 

No more swapping "love"

Believe: it's very freeing 

Rimsky-Korsakov

on morning alarm 

with imperial trumpets

How rude, I thought

You believe in masks 

sprouting?

Let's play dress up

tomorrow

This is farewell 

for no one will handle

what's about to come