The Redline

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.