Requiems of Industry

The glow edges into steel canvas, illuminating seams etched in concrete.

An orchestration of metal clicks and sighs; its percussion is relentless.

Connected in circuits of inevitability, electricity hums a familiar tune.

Spaces remain suspended, dimly caressed by click-beaconed memories.


Journeys in singular steel corridors remind us of synthetic veins.

The liquid buzz of distant machinations whispers forgotten harmonies.

The hum below. Breath caught. The breeze again departed.

Distant Echo | Vision of Consciousness | Celestial Cogs