Virtual cemeteries
The neon pavilions
Of what has become our world…
Coronation market of our desires
With its screaming lights
Beckoning us to pay with our souls
The price of our dreams…
And scolding those
Who refuse to listen to its lies
With adjectives that trap the unwise
Superficialities…
Tap dancing on the vulnerable surface
Of our sensibilities
And trampling into oblivion
The traces of our charity… the sweetness of our lives
Suppressing our vitality
Under the force
Of a deceptive evil
Neon is most attractive in the dark
Such is the reasoning of its design
To lure the unfamiliar spirit
To the trap of its consumption…
Guard well the environs of your senses…
Do not be fooled by the allure
Of a purposely darkened world…
Beware the kingdom… of the neon knight
From - Of Paradise Despised...
Roy Alexander Graham
https://books.apple.com/us/book/of-paradise-despised/id574445446
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