The Strawberry Sacrament of Noon
The city is a concrete cage of gray suits and sterile deadlines,
Leather & Lace
The Greenhouse Prayer: A Ritual of Sun-Drenched Flesh
The city is a steel beast that devours time and breath, but
The Rain-Slicked Altar of Longing
The city is a grey beast today, breathing cold mist and weeping
The Amber Altar of Silence
The city below is a concrete beast, breathing smog and indifference, but
The Pale Fever of Spring
I am a creature carved from concrete and cold fluorescent light, my
The Pale Altar of Midday Silence
I am a study in lemon-hued restraint, perched upon this weathered wooden
Silicon Veins and Velvet Skin
I stand amidst rows of cold steel shelves, a sanctuary built from
The Velocity of Stillness
The train hums a low, metallic hymn that vibrates through my spine—
The Glass Altar of Longing
Outside, the city is a blurred smudge of steel and neon, weeping
The Pastel Hunger of a Concrete Heart
I stand before the glass, a fragile saint in blush-colored wool. The
The Salt-Stained Sanctuary of Us
I stand here as a study in white linen and silence, my
The Indigo Sanctuary of Breath
I sit here, a study in restraint. The grey ribbing of my
