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Neon Yellow

In this cyber city called Tokyo,
A hazy smog is suddenly aglow,
Superheated chemically reactive gas,
Flickers behind a sheath of glass,
Forming a fulgent floating plasma,
Its residue a yellow-green miasma,
Refracting rivulets of fluidic light,
Upon the breath condensing night.
Sleek tendrils snake out and attack,
The solid sheet of folded black,
Illuminating the recesses of the slums,
Whilst crooning its soft resounding hums,
Yet beneath this bright bestirred beacon,
A Fluctuating fluorescent siskin sun,
A man with sore, shuffled and scraped knees,
Ends his journey with a jingle of keys,
Izanami is thanked by that man stood alone,
For guiding him safely home.

poem by Dale Mullock
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