The Singularity in a Drop of Dew
I watch the city lights fracture against my skin, each bokeh sphere
The Humidity of a Lingering Glance
The ice in my glass has melted into a pool of weeping
The Gravity of a Summer Breath
I drift through the concrete labyrinth of this city like a satellite
The Dewdrop on a Concrete Petal
The city air usually tastes of iron and exhaust, a dry drought
The Midnight Latte Ritual
The hum of the refrigerator is my only companion in this late-hour
Neon Photons: The Resonance of a Captured Star
The city is a constellation of dying embers, yet I stand here
The Glare of Neon Silk
The city breathes in pulses of electric blue and feverish amber, a
Neon Sweat and Velvet Whispers
The humidity of the underground club clings to my skin like a
Chronos in Droplets: The Second That Never Ends
I stand beneath the neon pulse of Shinjuku, a fracture in the
The Architecture of a Lingering Glance
The concrete walls of this corridor do not merely hold up the
Iridescent Pulse: The Geometry of Longing
The city is a beast of glass and electricity, breathing in rhythm
The Resonance of Starlight Skin
The city is a constellation of artificial suns, but tonight, I am
