morning traffic
winter crow
recording sins
morning traffic
winter crow
recording sins
the greyest ever rain batters noon dreams
concrete solitude
the endlessness in the quiet
crossing the empty road
with me-
mynah
in my footsteps
dusk shadow patrols the winter corridor
last day of december we gaze into the void
curtain bulge
rascal winds play
after dark
within concrete cages huddled shadows
a loud clap dispels the winter darkness
creeping cold the bastardization of sacred texts