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
There are the street
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