Straight line road lights Yellow and cold blue ones Through the splotched glass From the chamber of hopelessness
Shapely rows of windows torches Grey and purple layer of clouds Tor stones of human caves Thin spires of aspiration
Decaying hollow Maldorous haze spreads Black smoke over works Agonized soul's shrieks Tightness in the air And who could weigh the backwash Hum from the next door room Interrupted my sleep Summer breeze strokes my skin Four years after I am here again
Bending road yellow lights Vital alley of breath downstairs Grey concrete giants Zigzag ragged hackles of clouds