Taxi Ride in City, Nocturnal

baby doesn't reel from the low-light
-"can you stop this heady charge?"-
if we could just burn for a moment,
i'm sure of this
i'm sure of you.
look
i
can't see the cold currents,
and
i
don't feel the blister
if it's not full-flowing,
then what am i doing?
could this be misfortune?
if i run my hands along brick walls
feel the night through my skin like the lost and churlish
children of the dusk
i'll wake up
i'll turn inside, out
like a lantern,
chinese,
papery and light,
on the husk of my new era.