True detective

true – I'm city's undemanding shade
vantage
point
vanishing
bridge jumper
thunderbolt
subconsciously
swaying swinger
gray
raincoatedly
impromptu

resonant to the midnite wind
mother night's
whispered
earfuck
sublime under minute
hand
payin' his dues in the swift
hole
jukejoints
chasin' the second hand
whatfor

true detective now lost
in his latest client's
outskirtal
grudge
labyrinth

taking pride in his ambulance
panic

becoming the observed
observer
is the strangest life
I've had
yet

why I find me
in all stranger's kindness'
gazes

true/not new:
in the end we all jump
& paper burns
at 232°C