Poesy.

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Shinjuku Night

A darkening dream
containing hopes of a
Dystopian Future.
Restricted to a circuit Line,
and lost in the Ideal of city,
never seen.
The greasy glittershine
of Neon on storeglass,
reds pinks helium blues,
Makes him think of Dreams,
undreamt.

Night City.
Not refusing to sleep,
but unable.
Insomniac Edifice Mind
dragging, melting,
in the occulting Press;
the Lives packed tight,
Cell-close, and NoWhere Near/
Exactly as insulated.
He projects;
his mind greystark on the whole
of the glimmerdark Neon Mind
of his City,
Proclaims an image of an unkown City Life.

Shinjuku Night,
and the archetype of dissident resignation.
Bustle for the sake of it
and a vision of things,
To come Home.
A place that Accomodates.
Climbing into the passenger seat
he realises that Shinjuku is as good a name
as any city,
Sufficiently far away
To withstand the Idyllic Pressure
of Image Projection.

Afterword:
"You need a car,
in this city," he says.
"There's no other reliable
way to get around.
Walking anywhere's
damn near impossible,
and besides that,
where would you go?
So a car's the best thing for it,
really."
Ignoring his friend's
Driver's Rally,
he studied the Skyline,
and remained silent.

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