Lost Art

Lost Art
Beware of theodom
like liquid fire
beating down
falling like rain
take the exit left
the last exit in this dreary ride
black sleek couture
for the night is aware of the treasure you seek
don’t rush the theodom
fall free
release, breathe
inhale deeply
shadows creep and crawl
while traffic snarls
frozen on a concrete wasteland
exploding zones of discontent
old, young, it doesn’t matter
run free
unruly interlopers
throwing the dice
digital is gone
channel the inferno
clock tower tick tock tick tock
one lone tree
merge you fools
its a wilder place down that little road
the treasure you seek
is off the grid
lost art seen on a sign swinging in the wind