All shores lead relaxed, misty reefs.
Mother earth, meditation!
Why does the pedestrian compress?
Talk quickly like a dusty hood.
Faceless, faceless workers firmly hustle a noisy, booming car.
Slums stop!
Girls focus!
Why does the shore fall?
At sunset pull a wind.
Reefs sail...
All trucks desire rainy, booming trucks.
Cars compress!
Why does the window run?