In the night there's something nameless at the Harbor, perfumed vampires and a legion of cats camped atop a freight container, they watch with their tiny devil eyes the lightning provoke the seamless dark of the blurry blue twilight and gathering orange hues from the exploding sun-shards soon to peek through the dull gray clouds and volcanic dust of a new day's horizon.
There is a large ship moving like some slow and methodical titan, a beast of the great oceans, a vulture-like man in a funny suit is on the deck, the robbers target the passengers with knives, razors and anything that can slash and mark, the gold pouches divided evenly as the rat-faced thieves scurry back into the alleys where they go to sleep.
There is a small hospital and morgue basking in gun-metal light where the frozen jawed dead lay on chrome tables, those who died at sea and those murdered in their own blood puddles and grime.
There is a café at the Southern end of the entry Port, and a lascivious brothel upstairs, there are sculptures made of mostly glass, brass and golden clay, inside the brothel there are girls that dance and girls that do not dance, a stalwart thug and a small Asian woman disappear through the curtained doors, it is as quiet as a funeral home other than soft hums and moans from the exotic rooms of sinful pleasure and passion.
The day will shape the day upon, yellow leaves are falling and have covered a fountain pond, a speakless woman who is much younger than she appears sits alone on a red-brick quartet of stairs, she waits, and she watches the flood of human traffic navigate the clusters of small shoppes and islands of stolen merchandise, the vampires are afraid of her, and everything is painful, there is a strange light all about her, a faint halo and aura of divine splendor, her fire-colored hair is pinned as if she is an angel awaiting praise from the Maker, there are blondette waves and strawberry curls as if in a perpetual storm of grace and violent beauty, with heavy-rimmed black glasses she is as astute as an assassin, and savage with pristine and pure loveliness, a portrait of the grief and her world entire, and the abject frailty revealed at last.