If this...

...mornin infact is here, why does it feel az yesterday? Could it be landscape?
Same whyte snow blankets to eyez horizon thence seamlessly rizes up as if wut we remembered of a sky had been stolen in the nyte.
Replaced wholly with oblivion. Walk and walk and walk we search for moor.
Moor iz xactlee wut we find. And just a smidge less than day past.