Sarcastic Weather

Sarcastic Weather
 Time wrought by me, a trained chemist, a mad physicist, and a mathematician with no numbers on a debited account.
 Chimaeras of the past, of the now, awkward voluptuous, truths.
 Sarcastic Weather
 Indulgent in my living so that I continue and continue, and bend their knees in the cold desert hot, and blood boil in inertia.
 Sarcastic Weather
 Wind, radiation and wicked supplies, pain, clamor that chants the road out without stopping.  .  .
 It irritates and transcends what I do not understand.
 Sarcastic Weather
 Time of hours
 From days, weeks, months and years
 However many
 Time of hours
 From days, weeks, months and years
 However many
 Time wrought by me, crumpled in a corner and glamor of a dazzling glow, of an endless buzz.
 Time of hours
 From days, weeks, months and years
 However many
 Sarcastic Time.

 Author: Renato Fernandes.