I walked a neon city furrow, where reflections splay more stories than skeletons can shed. The river spoke, shattering mirrors into disillusions hanging like picture frames warped and wondering.
Lawns of starlight stretch faster than blinding infinity, aching knowledge blooms cross subterranean echoes. I carved lines in vacuums and saw what was left sticking like dew-stuck frost beneath sullen neon transcendence.