Upwind

They are yesterday's people

what with them

I do, I'll look tomorrow.

I do not have anymore

Simpson forces that

the mountain would relocate up

the exhausted love.

I do not speak a word to you

you do not hear secrets

Mother no longer the country.

I have learned

alone to run against the wind.

I know the power of it,

when the wind blows in the stomach.

It's what behind

leaves, sometimes too much

in memoriam's wrong.

Sometimes windmills

fight, their stroller

under. There is no yesterday

bridges longer, they burned

on High crackling.

Years lazily behind

already were, I remember too

many evil days.

Now I am an old dry

dead wood-like, and

I forgot also all fear.