Wounded souls walking on concrete.
Place to place, one place then another.
White socks seek refuge under too short
plaid bell botton trousers,   4" below the knee.

Hats cover heads, as white socks carry wounded
heads angled down 35 degrees as if the pavement
offers hope, safety, or perhaps catches
interest of hyrogliphics and constant moving photo picture patterns.

Coat pulled warm, too tight, open in front so as
to expose inner soul - soul in motion.
Soul in motion going from
place to place, first one place then another.

Bees seek nectar, birds chase insects,    and
wounded souls chase moment to moment, from
place to place, first one place then another.
Seeking out areas of attraction. The attraction
of place to place, first one place then another.

Patterns eminating from wounded souls plaid pants.
Beautiful skyrocket patterns in multi colors of 3 dimension.
But, not 3 dimensions. No, a new dimension known only by
the wounded souls searching from one place, then another.

This dimension tells them of another world,
the inside world, the real world, the truth world encouraging
them to search from place to place,
First one place then another.

Where secrets are given, and truth is exposed. A new
world supported by white socks
under plaid bell bottom trousers going from place to place,
First one place then another.

This real world supported by hyrogliphic shooting star patterns,
and thousand inner voices with God like commandments,
show them the truth. The truth world, the real world.

This thousand voice world is as a parasite being taken from
place to place, first one place then another.