The haze of light is a skin
Blocking out the stars
Trapping in the optical assault.
A cut in service
Offers fleeting glimpses at a world that's frozen.
A thick blanket of warmth
Encasing in our wandering souls.

This labyrinth of city streets are bones
Winding structure amongst us
Constantly tying one into place.
The distance causes friction
But tension strengthens the bonds between us.
The basic fabrics of being
Securing us like concrete webs.

These twisted patterns of wires are nerves
Pushing a connection through
Ever searching for a destination.
Static in the lines
Only detours the connection, from me to you.
They are links en masse
Holding us together like strings.

The hum of the night is a heart
Beating out a tone
Pulsing life into the darkness.
The places you fear
Are safer with sounds and flickers of light.
Its our epicenter of existence
Giving us desire to explore.

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This is not a finished poem, but I wanted to get out what I had since I've had oodles of people tell me to post it since the week of the Faux Fall Formal. So feel free to add to it however you'd like, whether it be other body parts or entire systems. I was trying to stick to a 7,4,5,4,8,5,5 structure as much as possible.

I REsourced a lot of RECords for this, mainly as inspiration while I was writing various parts. It started with metafictionist's subway heart and grew from there. ♥