Winter Palace

Our lives are painted

like rainbows across the sky ,

our lives are noise

modulated by reason ;

We sit and stare

at endless vistas ,

we ready ourselves for work

tidying the chaos into

an order which stray winds

will cast once again

beyond our grasp

beyond our reach ;

We live like the last Czar

in our Winter Palace ,

waiting

waiting for the Revolution

that has already passed us by.

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