Dark shadows, disembodied voices
Floating in the night,
This world beyond the window.
In fragments of modern art –
Bright lights and disappointment.
In search of answers
When there never was any meaning.
Just this spiralling deceit
Diverting us down one-way streets.
Spark tongues of flame.
Yet unaware, we stay the same.
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