Eachalone

   each alone
    we move along
                                             as

                                                                   flakes of snow
                                                                                     blown through the fires
                                                                                        of hell

riding stolen busses
to Nowhere Junction

rocketing together

on parallel lines

toward lost infinities
of misty mountains

or passing through the golden door
of the wonderful treasure house
of

NOW

where

we are
all
in reality
unprincipled

                                                   naked
                                                                   &
                                                                              alone

as flakes of snow

          driven by the winds
                              of change
                                                                                 carried on the wings
                                                                                                      of chance