to enter out into the silence
step over grassy seams
most dearly loved to do
through the silences
moonlit avenues
he was alone in this world of A.D 2053
frosty air
walk for hours
faces appear
lone figure
himself
skelatal pattern
the street was silent, long and empty
“whats up tonight on channel 4”
plain, wintry, windless Arizona dessert
no house in a thousand miles
“time for a dozen assorted murders? a quiz? a revue?”
vanishing under flowers and grass
in ten years, walking by day or night
he had never met another person walking
lone car
flashed a fierce white light
he stood entranced
a metallic voice called to him