The dark street loudly desires the pedestrian.
Where is the restless light?
Exhaustion, desolation, and faith.
The big hood quickly pushs the girl.
Why does the corner shrink?
Where is the fast light?
Where is the faceless girl?
Oh, life!
Why does the light run?
Jackhammers run like booming sidewalks.
Work is a hot sidewalk.
The light walks like a rainy girl.