In progress

[MGK]

In prgress is the title of the poem


i walk without movement throughout fields of lights,
i talk without words of most audacious of nights.
i dream without sleep of aerosol and cli-clatter,
as the city is my canvas, think mind over matter.

summer calls its close in methods debonair,
as trees lose their glory and promenades their flair.
sol's set sail steeps streets in last failing gold
before grey returns and what was new becomes old.