I've lost again, formless shapings back into a corner;
hunched shadow, the light of day almost kissed me,
but turned away to flock to the shadow of another --
I sit here in this corner, while the shadows of autre prance
almost twelve steps ahead of me,
their own shavings amalgamation unity, a bigger entity,
celebrate in the recovered Light they've found --
"to be the darling of the City" I write on the walls with broken lead
"to be his little darling, the City's sweetheart" whistles falter down my heart, pathways open and close,
I wait to hear the bells, recovering from an overdose, locked away and wishing to be on the coast --
I've lost the race before I even got to feel Saturn's moonlight cling to my shoulders, nor did I ever feel the salty waters warmed by the Sun topple and subdue my lips :
will I?
I stand as a shadow in a corner, hunched over, the mind is shrouded in fog:
where may I sit? do I have a seat here?