ew York's dawn moans on vast stairways, searching...

New York's dawn moans on vast stairways, searching on the ledges, for anguish. Dawn breaks and no one's mouth breathes it, since hope and tomorrow, here, have no meaning. Some crazies, furiously swarming, devour the abandoned ones. The first to go outside know in their bones that Paradise will not be there, nor wild loves. They know they go to the swamp of law, and numbers, to play without art, and labour without fruit.