She breathes in the fog

Exhales surreal cities in tints

Of decadent sepia photogravure 

Trapped between 

Sky and dirt

Osmotic patterns exchange 

Autonomic impulses 

Gathering momentum expends

Organic treasure hoards 

Blinking lights disappear

Disintegrate decay

A sea of faces mirrors dismay

Confusion races on shrunken tracks

Someone replaces those in the way

And a world is lifted from their backs

For the axis shifted the fabrics fray