I looked through the pores of city lights
Found none but mystery
Some voices said, some eyes unheard
and faces gloom to treachery
I vexed few lines of charcoal
Pushed them harsh
achieve no grace
Few travel bugs and enthusiasts
Came with songs of reckless praise
to oblique me and bring me sultry
Some voices said, some eyes unheard
and faces gloom to treachery
Clout of light is concubine of dark
Where dark is a patient riddle
riddles are born on gutters of street
beneath stripped flesh of reality
I longed for a friend in empty crowds
Truthful and viscous essentially
Could only find frames without a shadow
Endangered heart with mucous of banality
Some voices said some eyes unheard
And ‘their’ faces gloom to treachery