Descent

Lights everywhere

Rising from the mists of sordid slums

Slipping through crooked alleys

Twinkling softly from the streetlamps

Coursing through the city

Reflected in the banks of the river

Festooning the bridges

Trapped in their eyes 

Their eyes trapped in them

Getting bigger and bigger

Slower and slower

Showing itself

Whispering in its hushed voice

With every moment

Carrying something forward

And leaving something behind.