Bears

Inside, 
bears bursting into exit
are sliding down the bone.
They're cold and hug
when facing North.
Bright shards cracked their skies,
ice Milky Ways flood in.
Bears, future is awaiting,
how long will you insist?

Come

There used to be a passion fruit

but there it is another one

another one.

It’s not supposed to shrink,

It’s not supposed to dry,

Nor cry, I hope.

I know why.

It’s light, the nicest taste.

Too bad I didn’t see it

before cleaning 

high, on your laughter supply.