An ocean of lights lilts and vibrates around me
Surging, crowding accusingly inward
Shimmering, receding mockingly, in jest
Tainted gold stretched and blended
with a soiled and dusky lid of skies
Flashing, staccato, starting a seizure
The danger of cop lights, the colour of money
Concentrated tonal haze
A threatening smudge of suffocating fog
Welcome to Trawna, it's never too cold
The machine is always throbbing.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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