I broke my back looking at a woman she leaned out her third story window wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of diamond earrings; nothing fell as fast or as heard, the wind just laid humanity gently agents the walls of the walls of the city which desire pushes a person on the window to end the line; circling above the vultures but man with passion to survive, to see the sun rise another time and again nothing but heaven to keep him from it. Humanity chases its lost desire, streaking across the unlit ceiling in a cheep unpaid room; the kind you see in movies