the neon lights
it shine and hurt
my eyes and why



put the face closer
and see the wide
then disappear and sigh



forever in my line
construction a pattern of height
and a virtual reality



enhance with the reflecting glass
and maybe you can find a hand
erode with the dirty sands



sparkling radious taking over
famous for the toxic accelular
it made genoma hyperstellar



the screen is only glass
and beaming to a glance
there's no protecting the humans



gaze upon the sparkling sight
of it being radiated and might
the illusion of optical truth



a blend of cosmic connection
in the realm of electric suns
and the aurora of titans



a roaming viking of sound
won't he storm with control
or with the staff of crystal zeitgeist



won't he give into the heist
and the gazing haze of
lurking demons in sight



the epileptical pattern transform
sucking reality into a void
the landscape is numbers and holes



we need tubes
to be luminous
and to correct us



like a common cartoon
running around so wild
with a glowing haywire



hell for human mind
the shoreline of decline
when we attached us to fire



look and see the star tetrahedron
and maybe we can become drones
or a riddle for seagulls