As if triggered by a button on  remote,
life  **** starts
growing into a crescendo
humanity swarming like a robot,  rhyming with the relentless cacophony  

Air a strange  mix of perfume , sweat and burnt gasoline
with a dash of smoke from a nearby factory,
torpid clouds  in the blue oblivious of the commotion down under
parked like  boats safely moored in the celestial harbour.

And then it is all over in a jiffy
as the dark descends.
deserted, silent, litter strewn streets manifest under an incandescent crescent moon in all its glory
and  a thousand stars explode
like beacons of hope for lost souls of the world,
a homeless urchin in rags meanwhile,
crouches defensively,
preparing for a likely sleepless night