I walk serrated streets;
Awash in the colors and shadows of ages past
Buried in tragedies of times to come...
I walk these twisted, broken worlds
caught in phases, pulses
of sound and light—
I do what I can.

I can do nothing
for these desolate corners and riven sidewalks
I cannot save them; I cannot help them
But I can be there, and feel what they feel;
I do what I can.

with rain coating the cracked cement like bleeding lips,

I walk serrated streets, a shadow among lights;

I do what I can.