lights in the city leaving stains on the pavement
dropping blinking patterns out of the glass at top stores
drawn away from anyone’s conversing soul
lagoon of splendid storms of flashes
like no blind logic may explain
this time the blocks of fire ruin the scene
delightful beauty show of bursting flares
no such intrinsic observation uncovering that sparkling world
that side of life that has no contraindication
at least it has no perfect sense
let’s although find those independent guidelines leading to the source of any glance
