There falls an almighty darkness
in this most voracious of cities
but one side of the mind is not yet victorious.

Being on the eve, all that is plentiful is hearsay-
new dawn carried off by black knight;
students of fashion seek martyrdom.

But like clockwork the day breaks
glittering, aircraft set their scars across the sky
a show of power 

as empty 
to the universe beyond the stars
as to the barefoot peasant child.

And he plummets
"whee!" down his slopes
on his sheet of wood named Rosebud.

He grows like a mountain
slides his hand across her skin
a show of love

as reckoned by the song of songs
to set one side of the mind free,
send doves of hope to the furthest vales.