dreaming an impossible
lucidity on stone steps
bathed in the neon Gods and
their phosphorous footsoldiers,
lined up to illuminate the word;
so the word can be heard
Above the gentle hum of
steel steeds and the intermittent
rumble of the winds.
Perspectives are changed as
things are put under new sight,
not too bright but dripping
with insight. A gilded night.
A city eternally bathed in Light.
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