Mirrors line smoky hallways
devoid of voices or sounds
other than heavy feet.
I stand before the city of industry
concrete, steel, and glass.
The city falls before me.
Who? How?
These hands heavy and soaked.
Gasoline permeates the evening air
beneath the greying sky.
I do not remember coming here.
I am not certain where this is.
Ravens circle in widening patterns
before disappearing into the hazy horizon.
I am sure this was not me.
This city lives and suffocates
beneath its own immense weight.
Layers of dust and grime
consumed by native grasses
the laws here I do not understand
something beyond me has taken over.
With eyes closed I navigate into the ruins.
