Shadow stencilled the floodlit spillage
Laces the city's chromatic heart,
Tinctured by the silk of wind
That reddens the sinew crooked peaks
Hidden in the time-burnt bushes
And the wet banks of luxurient dirt.
Arterial branches stretch their blackened nerves
Against the palms of the blood-damp night.
Soothed in the rose-dark darkness,
Life mothers itself in the crippled woodland,
The ancient waters of silver freshness,
And the quiet tempests of the grasses.
A landscape of electromagnetics pulses
At the points of its aeriel spires and cathedrals.