Smokes getting invisible in pale night sky. 

A light with no source and no reason showering madness on some of us. 

And we three or four people…sitting to be believed like cave people…

Raw, wild and a love to kill. 

I am seeing two of them wasting their hallucinations, 

all they want some big words…some static revolution…and astonishment for their own race. 

But one of them is different…one of them sits there to be killed in this urban storm of long sleep and silent intercourses…

One of them singing and growling like a long red siren in a stretched graveyard. 

I like believe that person to be a sadistic night bird…an explorer of creativity and liberation. 

I am sitting in a distance…I am getting used to my creative block by seeing these three camels in a moonlit desert gathering.

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Photograph: Google.