Matchsticks To The Bar

Matchsticks to the bar.
We know where we are:
growing older every hour.
To move the weather we
should move together we
could clear all the mountains.
It's the dead of the season.
We search with parties from
above and from below.
Over the ridges
and a change of clothes.
This is how we live:
holiday ornaments.
It's not what we mean
it's how we mean.