Come out and scream at the highest pitch Scatter from above and shatter the bottom Learning the geography of grief I may go along countless streets and life never begins In the sea of pavement It’s always been a shadow at midday. No contours no colors An old portrait chokes with a reality sandwich Charm city, if i ever felt relieved from your charm, let me say how dead tired i am. Sun goes down and fades in a blue chasm of Atlantic Years pass, massive and vacuous. In vain Being a shadow at midday. No contours no colors Drag the words through the missing teeth as long as even one is worthy But watching them fall on the deaf ears