Thinks the Urchin:
Begone ye foul-hearted commerce pigeon...

Today, when I drank it
My blood, it tasted sweet...

What is this that holds me back?
This inner uncertainty...

I've seen more than the blind man
I've heard more than the deaf...

Neon Nightmare
Halogen Dream...

I've got fire in my veins
And my heart's the furnace...

Scene 2
Fade from white...

Time has no meaning
In the vortex of real life...

Looking through my telephoto lens
I can see you here by me...

I sit and see you here
In front of me...

Tiny torrents of turpentine
Make their way up my spine...

I see you
Printed on a page...