I-91 South by Poppet Brouillard

neon bright signs in late nights leave
afterimages in my eyes, a cyberpunk
remainder of color and shapes and
swirling lines. in the rain my windshield wipers
squeak incessantly, but i don’t mind
the sound. it keeps me awake with the cold
air and words i don’t understand
through my speakers. there’s an unseen
something surrounding me, some
shining force that pierces through
the fog in the air and behind my eyes.
i love the light because i fear the dark.

neon bright signs in late nights leave
afterimages in my eyes, a
cyberpunk
remainder of color and shapes and
swirling
lines. in the rain my windshield wipers
squeak incessantly, but i don’t
mind
the sound. it keeps me awake with the cold
air and
words i don’t understand
through my speakers. there’s an
unseen
something surrounding me, some
shining force that pierces through
the fog in the air and behind my eyes.
i love the light because i fear the
dark.

(neon cyberpunk
lines my mind with words unseen
shining through the dark)

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