Illuminated glare in the sidewalk rain
as the pitter patter screams of colors confined
and the cities origami is brown. black. grey.
but buildings hold no contest to the structures of time.
and a fellow sits with his hands
wrung of pigeon food and dust
as we've always been robots controlled by human kind.
let alone suave attitudes
that pour over standstill avenues
that in the gleaming night-
yearn for the sunshine.
And the power pours like rain,
money is no fortune to gain
"Hallelujah" wails the pain
as the spectrum collides.