Below the horizon,

slight notions of irregularities,

a once-upon-a-time

played out

beyond any real importance;

the dumb faces

of commitments and convictions,

erased by the natural order of things;

a summer rain

and some birds flapping;

rumours of war

and the asphalt, wet and shiny,

on the way everywhere,

through a time

as diluted as the remedies of homeopathy