A mark of full moon in the west sky was followed out by this empty daybreak. The 246 still stops talking. I look up sky under the overpass. The town will begin to glow light from opponent of the buildings before long. Tired row of the plane trees. I look up sky over the overpass. Empty daybreak is making world of the silence. I have lost the other side of the corner. Empty daybreak is making world of the silence. All of the shadows are melting to the asphalt.