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.
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.