Act One:

loop clouds swimming lusciously, languidly through a fermented darkness – so strong it could leave you blind and hungry for more the streets defining pavement, still wind on into the heart of this addictive stupor one man stands alone squinting for the moon all men stand alone straining for hope in the awesomely twisted crevices of such a night, clawing their way out to only insanely benign sun rises; Sun Sets strewn with extras just filling a void in this thickly intoxicating air Summer’s raining