I start walking in the abscess of street sides…
reason infers, sideways seeking newspapers
amidst a colorful awakening and darting rays reflecting.
The noises creep luxuriantly beside darkened chambers.

A layered artifice contrasting, in shades of metallic.
Reworking inside: a collective mind unconscious.
Amidst hurrying alleys and backstepping reversal patterns:
a confluence of events, recollected and merged.

Tearing through shards of printed manifestations,
gleaming neon signs caught in the pagination.
Awakes and speaks in rapture essential,
as night erodes into day -> the brought light.

The plain contextual intermingling transforms into screeching melodies, enunciated and in effect amongst the other challengers of day.

Meanwhile the miracles that rework minds around selective ideas
are darkened in hues concealed in dawn’s sun-bliss
as brutality shines sparkling beneath glowing solar embers,

concealed is the fate of the hero, transfigured as a pawn in the mysterious blooms rewritten as folly and violence conceals them…

I reach to the side and catch a glimpse of the reflections between cars and buildings, standing in the heart of becoming…
away from effuse meaning concealed, a vacuum of terror in layers contained within a box.
As pages hide from me the mystery of everyday miracles, and the cosmos as it once was…