New Writing:

He walked within jungles of rhythm, walking across pavements in red sneakers with no socks. He was an angel in t-shirt and jeans, a cross-fired, slim-thighed movement in time and space. His hands shifted, his wrists flailed, his feet slid as his ankles strove for the beat. He was an angel in tandem, a boy in sneakers with no socks, a movement in space and time.