Through quantum microscopes
it’s not winter but it is dark and may snow.

This century’s waste already stands tall, but this A.M. sun rays clumped like snow unsnapping linen clasps to white headbands. 

White on white. 
In bridal light one sees seraphic whites. 
A small number appear   
 
Their sloganeering is back. Is is. Join today.   
 
The music darts up, up, handcuffing only a few.