This city street scene's eerilynstatic thus as am I in fear ofnstill life disturbance but windnlivened journals allude morning'sngrown restless so I'll venturenforward, fetching second gesturento musings of day. Superfluousnsunlight clears way for stretchednshadows sending ripples through anday birth once known as dawn,ndisruptions which may havenencouraged awakening but none innthe sense I've seen before. Inbelieve things are quite deathlynwrong or it's the finest surprisenparty ever conceived so if I crynout will streets begin flow or'venthe veins of this metropolisnabruptly run dry? I chance venturengreetings shaking still morn,nbodies creeping alleys innRomeresque reply instantlynalerting that things have gonenwrong for in late night trips tonmake out flicks I've seen theirnstance before. Quite suddenlynsurroundings seem so vividlynsurreal as I hear the grind ofnbone on bone nearing my left earnand in my vision sure appears anfast decaying face, it's jawsnsurround my collar in a jugularnembrace.