somewhere between
the origin and the end
is no inhibition
come evening in concert
this luminous
dancing dirt
a transient
city street
at a lonesome backseat
under their stoic gaze
the soul of the night
precipitate
guardians of the night
iridescent
breathing life
the battle must go on
with weary ambition
order long woebegone
ambition at eventide
racing pulse
writhing insides
while ambition grow
no matter
how shallow