and the rumblings and hubris
of all things humanly bright
the cacophony of white and red
of yellow and blue
this cloudy night
its shiniest hues
spiked and chilled
the late autumn air
a floating wind caressing the hair,
moving every which way that equates
every direction
without interruption
upon Roppingi Hills, Subuya,
through Shinjuku, Ginza
crying out loud
we are free, rich, stylish and proud
like the Sumida
never mind those homeless
out there in the cold
camping in tents along its banks
trying to mould
their new simple home
(not)-too-far-away-from-home
with meagre possessions
voiding the emotions
only desperation
the two shoe shiners
north of Tokyo station exit
under a tree, quietly showing their bits
a few brushes, two pieces of towels
boxes of not-too-familiar-brand
and non-descript
1000 Yen, a pair
use my service
and you can continue to move
with your shining black shoes
along with the lights
the cacophony of blue and red
of yellow and white
this moonless night
the brightest hues
stepping around the blackness
(of miserable existences)
without
clues