Poem : Follow The Pylons

pylons

Drifting through a desolate world
Where the neon beckons and the pylons scream electric.
Snow falls, ashes in the mouth of beasts
Chilled calm before the storm of ages.
We fall only to stop the crying
We look into a blind future of unlockable decay.
Sink down to the place we began
This fire has yet to burn out
But it burns for us.

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