I raid my black
Freely played my clothed skin
Salted on the wounds of Appolonius
Why not sneeze, when I share your scent?
I stand soldered in stone, imprisoned by no words
Mindful, these are mendacious streets, inhabited by none
If I am soldered in the streets, I should always be moving.
Too bad, I thought of the statue of studious derelict breaking pulses
Silence is the tool of fools.
Rays of Sunshine on us all.