Sleep has fled on crow's feet – blurring entropy – night rains in shimmers. The lights sway as sky migrates – liquid curtains – there is only beauty to be seen within invisible heat – mercurial surge in frosty air. Stars melt – his dreams tread on waning reality. All he will ever be able to collect: talismans – pellets of hail trapped in empty wishes. Twilight merges into falling roofs – hour draped – he waits by flickering shadows, their lips moving close to his ears.