Amongst head spin circumstance,
meets the line of whim-less romantic turmoil.
Plentiful expansion of miraculous nothing.
Like peeled back sickness,
inside the droopy eyed valiance,
travels in seizes to engulf the second chance of prudence.
Life fleeting from metal to vein,
tick tocking time till pressure releases.
Sustained by little on course in hopes of none to come,
the captain with no route homeward.
Vacant luminous street corners
bustle of the land that never ends.
An isolating attempt to repel the frost away from bone.
To fall amongst the boundless sea of filth.