(somewhere in time)

In the luxury of flocculent tones,
Lake of fine faces drowning
In light-eyed city.
Undulating syncopation,

Falling blues, gratifying this concouse.
Sir and ma'am, with pointed nose.
Oga and madam, with charcoal face.
Alas, another birth of a brawny bond betwixt the

Keys of a broken keyboard.