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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Through the window, I gaze. Onto a tangled Dead Sea of black towers, In this manmade night I see you there. In the silhouette of the dreams and electron streams. The city sores before me, break like thunder upon these optics. I focus on the horizons jagged steel and monolithic gears. Blurred my vision seared, Cold light falls, The city crawls. Thump and hum, My vision sears, Cold light falls. And the city crawls, Thump, rattle, and hum. The steady beat of a city in chaos. Of immortal work, I see her in passing glances. Hot intricate stares. They tread daily to and from work. The city masses march in time to the metronome. A Void built under this glass dome. All light is cold and harsh in these hard eyes. The work of the machines grinds steadily on. I watch the helicons fly! Thump and hum, I see it clear. Order in a sea of chaos. Delicate light in the darkest shadow. Amidst the mechanical heart, fears. Feel the cold of rain white light. Eyes blind. I hear her sound. I feel her warmth. Blur in the electron stream. Of data and machine parts. Still in my heart, eyes of once clear blue sky. Now only frozen ice. They are of cold white light. Her face pure innocence. I watch the OIL run in stark contrast. To her alabaster skin I trace the clear path. I taste the hidden sin. My head pulses in time to the metronome, Her smell is soft intricate, I wonder at her passing. TO BE CONTINUED...
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