hypnagogic transitional market that doesnt sell a god damn thing
endless coiling corridors harsh fluorescent lighting
3pm sky is black, rain pounds on the roof
empty annie annes in superposition, to time this place is immune
amorphous anchorless each room a new hypostasis
retail necropolis with incorporeal populace
NHP nexus reskin according to potency
ruins of capitals monuments feel homey to me
anachronistic
scavenge bricks
from the crushing grip
black iron prison dismissed
through the fuckin storefront glass, the parallax view
venom restore kiosk before i head for new
illusory, maya that is false but true
waking life miasma that im fucking wading through
multilevel multilayered
mezzanine air
on my face I know this place
my respite there
etheric, pipe slowdive in quietly
just for a day, no anxiety, silently
stroll down tile floors while the plastic flora watches
breath echos off of these repurposed objects