daylight
pours in- filling
concrete void
daylight
pours in- filling
concrete void
crimson headlights the eyes of a street god
winter night we toss clouds around in the bowl
noon design we follow the trail of silence
the smell of mint your frail and cold body
damp soul hung out to dry winter dawn
blue hour we ignite the known flesh
far off winter crow screams into the void
first light what remains of our humanity
system reboot
a spark in the void
Big Bang again