2 or 3 /or/ and You Look Marvelous

the pale blue mist
settles over the once frozen landscape
like a small child
it makes my mind consider
the world below
the signs above raining down
a people grown
with eyes glazed over
conditioned for this condition
listening beyond forgiveness
for words or a melody
deeply scarred and grooved
seemingly alone
but in the middle, as it were
of the great multitude
humanity’s new found composure
ghastly and most lovely
all in one moment
which stretches endlessly
link by link contained
in that eternal moment
like fresh green grass
cut in early morning
a scent and sound weaved
in and out of memories
that make up a young mind
inside our wrinkled and gray head
as if today
began again the budding spring
we all longed for within that dream
those scattered thoughts
cutting the surface tension 
beating oxygen exhaled from lungs
into peaks of a meringue 
like smoke signal from the past