the fluorescence that dwell
upon the night
cast a 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
