Blue Sky Drowning

There is // no tomorrow // blue sky drowning and leftover questions // through the snow, an end is distinguished // where so many divert their paths, paving into the ground // ice is all that’s left, this is how the cliff is found // if there is // no Tuesday in sight // no big paper hearts on the windows // maybe then I’ll take the groomed trail // slide across the icy patches // but in case // of the continuation // the sunset and sunrise // today I’ve found the perfect place // to bury my footsteps in powder // to be another case of blue sky drowning // too perfect to go crazy //on the way to the top there is always // time to jump // time to sing.