Shit regards to the balagan of cells upset,
Damned thanks to the lack of silver bullets,
Today’s ignorance brought us to the airport gate,

I too, travelled on great circles to and fro
With everyone who’s coming to know
Where we are burying the memento.

She ceased fading on sunset late,
We are keeping at it for a while longer :
It isn’t cold, friendo, it is very unfair.

Most of the time, things are possible ;
I’d rather say they are « very likely »
And it is not good news, considering.

My sister died and I joined a new gang,
She died and I kept on cycling,
We lived and we went on circling.

Image credit : Henry Horenstein