Vegas

Vegas

They stand tall
Beside each other,
With the heat of their
Hiss and hum echoing through
The valley.

They reshape maps
When they walk.

They roam and stand
Old as sin,
Strong, and speak,

“This place is a maze.”
They say.
“Those echoes you hear
Take over your mind
And play.”

“It is warm, we know,
But only entering the light
Will cause you to be
Lost to the corners of time.”

Hours, perhaps,
Or even years.

Maybe beyond the
Dusky shadow of the
Titan’s pass
There’s a place for you
To get lost.

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