You give me your arm
and we take to the streets

A plethora of bombardments
stimulations and senses
dissatisfaction ringing in our ears
but only faintly––––

and the rush of the waves
bursting down their lanes
crashing into the cacophonies of beyond
but all oblivious

wonders of our bodies
demons of the mind
enticing and exciting all the feathers of the future
ruffled and untangled
purity in its core
smells and sights flashing
immaterial and immortal
from time immemorial