House of Cards

There is a mystery behind flickering neon signs;
The scent of saltwater and fish on the pallid air
Breathed out with an exasperated sigh
By a tired city.
Drones, hums and rumbles laced with laughter,
So many noones screaming for attention yet
Absent of humanity; devoid of soul
Save one cry.
Stale winds and gaping lights almost dry the tears
While bodies continue to move in the night and
Streetlights continue to change
Silently, mechanically.
Death, life and heaven now abide in some other place,
Agreed by everyone and noone in particular
To remain extinct and unspoken
Or else denied.
The house of cards cannot comprehend its makers frailty;
Swallowed up in the beauty of itself,
While a divine breath
Topples the deck.
Mysterious is the wonder we have assembled
As reality lies in pieces on the desert floor.