Amidst these circuitry lights,
wreathed miasmic in gloaming fog,
a city begins to outwardly appear...
So it goes, treading steadily into the maw:
the seedy, gilded-breath of cosmopolis,
where transitory labyrinths weave unerringly into
Tartarus.
These carousel rides betwixt ephemeral way-points
do little to staunch the hearthstone’s allure,
rather, they clarify Disparity’s foreign, pilgrim heart.
The late-night siren cries herald the start of epoch’s
anew,
in their undulating fury they invoke the muse
of new paths undertaken with hope imbued.
