Needless Things: Laser Beams and Neon Gleams

Through fractured glass and buzzing wires, the night ignites with chromatic fires. Laser beams cut sharp and clean so serene, slicing through the dark in ultraviolet sheen.

Neon gleams in a fevered glow, a language only shadows know. Signs that flicker, hearts that race, a technicolor, endless chase.

Bodies blur splayed, in chrome reflections, lost in rhythm displayed in all directions Time dissolves all hours, a fleeting spark, as electric temple flowers bloom in the dark.

And when the dawn forgets our very names, we’ll burn as light, untamed, as proclaimed. laser beams and neon gleams, forever bound inside our dreams. NNN