Pulse/ Surreal

Siren of souls

Howling and piercing the night

These are the streets

Clinic fingertips

Sex and violence

A naked soul

Smashed apart

Yearning, searching, longing

These are the streets

I call my home

A light pressure

Reality dissolves

I am shattered

Light, streams, energy

My ground is shifting

A mosaic of senses

Matter is running through my fingers

Time is laughing at me

This is the world

Pulse

Surreal