Siren of souls
Howling and piercing the night
These are the streets
Clinic fingertips
Sex and violence
A naked soul
Smashed apart
Yearning, searching, longing
There are the street
I call my home
A light pressure
Reality dissolves
I am shattered
Light, streams, energy
My ground is shifting
A mosaic of senses
Matter is running through my fingers
Time is laughing at me
This is the world
Pulse. Surreal
