The Fleeting lights and ephemeral fumes of a city animate even 

the smallest fraction of a being.

The labyrinthine paths which never seem to end, taking
one forward, on and on, with their flow, adding stairs
to the sky and above; seeming a gateway to a dream.

There are dreamlike cities: imaginable things can be dreamed of, but the most puzzling dream is the one that conceals a desire or a fear.