A thousand more

dramatic paragraphs erased before existence
in the comfort of freedom, the critic speaks
before the film.
Another lovely day spent indoors
makes the bed more lucky.
One more night of empty cans
just as well arranges the structure
of the molecules that sustain me.
Last days of an age of
prepositions, belonging to and fro suddenly
the fall of another year,
suspended by laughter and
superseded by fear.