Jet sets all corners
Neither here nor there
Touchdown low profile 
Flashy car speeding past
I use to live there as a delinquent 
The sounds of the sirens got them hooked hopeless wanton
The incantations echoes in minds
That  feeds the Insomniac 
Our new hellos And goodbyes 
Are only apparitions 
Partly clichéd partly prodigal
Until we see them concussed 
shredded in colours of shade and shame jolted by our own pain...
Slain into a state of compassion 
Our hearts prepare a banquet 
On a budget of prodigious love