Amethyst Auroras

There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon for dreamers in search of a beaming wave amidst alienated alliterations, waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind. I still find neon lights, that teleport rhyme-less runes to a realm of subtracted sorrow, concluding splitting seconds within divided despair. Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies, murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon. And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays, flipping letters into endless equations with amethyst auroras. So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~ to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires, cosmically cruising above the cyber canvas of accelerated dreams.