walking through sunset
vividly i see a beauty if forms
i breathe and think — inhaling the dirty air
which brushes past against my skin
envisaging a life that one may please
to have . . .

all stones crushing beneath my feet
nothing i feel but a heart-clenching sore
misty-eyed as i reminisce
my skin withers , light steps arrays
damn all that i want but to go home
a home which i don’t own

repugnant people walking by
taking pictures of the clouds up at sky
humbled by its vision
will the alluring prospect turn them into one ?
what a beauty , i see !
i must also be some