Last train sighs and pulls away
Steel ribs exhale the cooling day
Platform empties to concrete bone
We wait in spaces not our own
Root systems map the tiled floor
Seeking warmth behind the door
Chlorophyll in fluorescent veins
Drinking electric mineral rains
The sodium bloom keeps watch all night
We turn our faces to its light
No sun reaches this deep below
But this fake dawn helps us grow
Arctostaphylos in ruby tube
Manzanita in electric hue
Not native to this subterranean zone
But blooms where no real seed was sown
Xylem paths in soles of shoes
Drawing up what we can use
Stomata open on our skin
Letting artificial season in
The sodium bloom keeps watch all night
We turn our faces to its light
No sun reaches this deep below
But this fake dawn helps us grow
Hands brush reaching for a cup
Steam rises curling upward up
Taxodium distilled in ceramic white
Cypress knees in urban night
Dormancy breaks in microwave time
No seasons here no rhythm no rhyme
Phenolics flare in chestnut brew Anthocyanins bleeding through
We photosynthesize each other's gaze
Two specimens in neon haze
The sodium bloom keeps watch all night
We turn our faces to its light
No sun reaches this deep below
But this fake dawn helps us grow
First train shudders in the dark
Leaving its electric mark
The sign gutters filament spent
Night's greenhouse experiment
We carry glucose in our palms
Calibration for coming dawns
The sodium bloom keeps watch all night
We turn our faces to its light
No sun reaches this deep below
But this fake dawn helps us grow
Heliotropism lingers on
Long after artificial dawn
Heliotropism lingers on
