The Lost Man Awakens

The pendulum hangs on the thirteenth mark Bronze gear bites fragments of stardust I watched the vines swallow the last lightning rod The steel forest quietly turns into desert in the moon phase Those spines washed away by the torrent of data Quartz crystals are growing Migratory birds circle with binary codes in their mouths Ancient totems breathe again in neon Liquid bronze pours from the bottom of the hourglass Rust creeps into cloud servers And when my palm prints crack Lichen is covering every piece of concrete at the speed of light In the echo of the collapse of civilization The new buds open up the rusty history books We walked barefoot through the glass desert Picking up lost hieroglyphs in the ionosphere This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.