City Poems: Hamburg
On a Fly-By-Night way of Living: A poem by me and a poem by All of us:
not Perfect, but fitting perhaps and the best yet we have come upon.
To utilize the Blinding Factors of the noonday Sky or Night,
only Clouds. Easy enough then: only Clouds.
However, when the sun burns thru'
anyone/everyone takes Their place.
milling about and if anyone were to Wish for anything out of this:
be it for Clouds. Above all. Then it is safe.
Unless we really believe in some sort of Evil, any sort,
really, how much do we gain? London burns and Dresden burns and all.
Going at Nigh only because Day is unbearable