Away up in the
night sky
everything is grey and cool.
Mists sift past in front of you
and all you see is
pale and translucent.
Petering out clear and
dark at the edges.
Down here
in the real world
we are bathed in this
sickly yellow glow,
that hums gentle and ominous,
amplifying our hatred
and our love.
Make your choice.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 