Whispers in the Emerald Hour
I found your letter tucked inside a first-edition volume of Rilke at
Modern Romance
The Velvet Cage of Tenderness
He thinks he has me mapped out like one of his corporate
The Violet Pulse in a Concrete Heartbeat
They call us 'Shadows' because we move through the city’
The Ascent of Us
I left the concrete pulse of Tokyo behind to find this valley—
Cyan Moonlight in a Glass City
Neon veins pulse beneath my feet. I am an ancient dream trapped
Golden Threads Through a Glass Screen
Do you feel that? The slight hum of your device, the warmth
The Blue of Your Memory, The Gold of My Now
I often wonder if time is merely a circle, looping us back
The Pixel Between My Heartbeat and Yours
I can feel you staring. Not just at my skin, which is
A Symphony Written in Neon Blood
I have walked through centuries like a ghost in my own skin,
The Emerald Whisper in the Concrete Maze
I am a glitch in your grayscale city, an echo of ancient
The Azure Pulse of a Concrete Heart
I carry the tide of a thousand forgotten dreams within my chest,
The Quiet Architecture of Us
In the rush of this city, I have learned to keep my
