the fluorescence that dwell
upon the night
cast their spell
sitting at the wheel
stepping on the clutch
could only as much
splattering drops of rain,
dribbling down faces
on the widow pane
lost in a reminisce
a voice reaches
out of the abyss
to chance upon a
moment of bliss
looking into the abyss
a surge of hues
disintegrate into a self-portrait
as the morning distillates
to pine for the song of the red robin
to imagine the streets lined in azure
in a rush of wild hyacinth
all world’s a chase
to step on the pedal
and go up in a blaze
