Nurseries of vine-grown brains
encased in whispering plastic.
Paths for the lucky losers
massaging feet that tread to the abyss
marks of activated shoes
on deep red soil.
Seams of light tormented
crackle at the concrete surface
spelling their bent graffiti
on wounded pillars
as the bridge creaks
like a baked piano's lid.
Wings of a color absorbent glider
crashing into sensate glass
staring at robot beauty
heartless legion with complex threads.
Machinery of soul eclipsed
by a ring of beds.
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