The smoke is sweet,
But stings the eyes.
Breathing life into steel and stone;
The lines are clean,
But chill the heart.
Drinking from the blood spring;
The drought is filling,
But the thirst grows.
The separate city;
By day, infernal combustion.
By night, the deadlights.
By candlelight, spectral bath of pocari sweat.
By cellglow, everything and everything and everything-
Always a neighborhood away.
Stillness under glass, the beauty sleeps.
Dwarves gather and carry her crystal cage
Where tears mingle with dreams
That pour from the blood spring.