My sentences are sprinkled

with snowy asterisks.

So many cold specific species

of special considerations.

Compounding the temerity of

this informational vacation

through the paradise of lingua franca

*commonality hell*

A virga, purple and inconsistent.

My tongue,

dry,

cracking,

goes on.

In the meadow between my

thoughts and their definitions

snowstorm as crepuscular ballet.