Modern lighting

Greetings have become cleaner

Than the seems of her skirt

And I feel dislodged as if

A QR code, my light being

Taken from the eyes of a bystander.

Her walk quickly changed as the

Road became an icing of pebbles

And I lay like a gorge as if

With devils horn mountains

From my ears applaud thunder.

Under a yellow leaf tree

We soaked the cold knees of peril

Creeped, an augmented chord drifts

My song in haunting carols and

Finally yellow turns bluer in blunder.