They fall every day in the flatness of the night

 What is it like step I have you. Like simultaneity. Of tears, as an image. They take to the shadows. Of the memory among others. What will we do without them? Without our shadows. Without the doubts of the shadows. Downcast shadows. Dejected screams. of hopelessness As an invention. The dimension of the heart of nights loved as sane. Orphaned sane. In the morning. From the dimension bus. Parallel lines that the city runs through. Itinerant. On the inhabited asphalt. They fall each day into the flatness of the night.