Dialectic Poem by Madrason .

The chalk snow flocks through rays of dim sunlight
the dance in front of a black wall seems a long one
a walls maybe or a tango, a bullfight in front of a lady
and then the white phrases appear to teach history
the children's bulgy eyes are following in trance
as if they all absorb new horizons
and than the brush wipes all memory and all is black again
and whirling up into that night the flight of words
like stars so bright, all fighting for the highest scenery! M