City lights burn my eyes from inside, I dream in incandescence, neons hurt; Men and man made contentment alike. Walking on concrete streets, I think... Oh what a vibrant manifestation the City is, Of separate Universes in separate brains. Confidence and vanity in some, And fading residues of thin hope in others... The city, a collection of lives, of desires! How I wish to navigate the trail, the halo; Of the Omnipotent, stretched to infinity. My knees are failing me but not my heart, Wanting what it wants, it wants more; And I keep walking mocking fatigue in the face. An enigmatic inertia, my heart madly desires; A continuum of certain moments, blame it, But it wants me to write on and on, forever. An oceanic oneness, I am looking for Some threshold of grand suspension, In zero, in infinite nothingness for eternity; No hate, no love, no home, no City... I want absolute freedom from all strings, The clutches of closure; free fall to the point, Where I don't understand desire anymore. I don't understand WANT anymore... I dream in incandescence, I want to live in incandescence...