a milton night (inspired by blade runner)

in my wired brain
my own conscious hollow shell
two actors meet
they know the narrative well
electric neon light illuminating
human insight
midst raindrops
I feel so human
emotions all that I've got
present in the moment
breathe in the mist
the darkness outside my head
in my bedroom is
fleeting
outback I'm sure something must be stirring
in the rust, my own disputer
your receptacle this computer
is flashing drawing me to the screen
like some unintelligent foul fiend
flickering
the streets cry out for comfort
in their sweet pain

I lost my man
on a darkness paean
the church bell
rung by ghosts
i feel
the sense of stress in the sane
in this sacred space
the dead shall rises
at Milton hotels
and roam to sing
again