Growing up to beat street.
Lights – them changing lights,
devotions of material corpses, illusions of ruled actions.
Lights – them changing lights,
some sneezy reflexions of stop – roll – and slowers.
Lights – them changing lights,
Red, yellow, green, pastels, darkened, streets and skies.
And moons, both sides.
Moons as white as a babies ass; them wide winged eagles will come to lift you up kids.
