A woman of Gamma-oh-Dee -
City-signs within an argon gas -
Looks in gleams of puddles and deem
The rain in metal - the midnight jazz.
And such as Nephilims of Fallen
Hover-railcar rise to dome's skies;
Looking a top, whe watches for them,
"Setting forehead up to air-exclusion zone" *,
With her luminescent-blue eyes.
Be a scarf within a saffron smell
A black - crocus - Heaven's high
Whap her hair in black-n-shell.
The noir-city of hat-and-tie.
Solutionis Croci oleosae
Is sprinkled on her dreadlocks,
Braiding in black-n-bluish rose.
Subway's vapor - city's smokes -
Naiads of the urbis digitalis...
-- from a poem by Des Kitten/me, "W-G0D/M-Bozon"
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- line from a poem "By life on edge" by Marina Tsvetaeva (1935)