Metropolis at Night

Tiny lights in the distance, large globular ones in the foreground;
These flaming outposts challenge the night.
A million small fires illuminate compact domiciles,
Leaving the great darkness to its mysteries.

These ghostly apparitions dance a queer courante,
The triple meter obscured through suspended animations.
Linearity is illusory at best, a cruel trick on the mind.

Order is the last refuge of a fearful imagination
Which cannot bring itself to accept chaos.