Beneath the hum of flickering neon, Two shadows wander — lost, not found. The air hangs thick with static dreams, A flag stirs in the hollow breeze. Tangled wires hum like choirs, Singing hymns for empty hearts. A car stands still in the soft red glow, Its headlights dimmed by the weight of the night. Time unwinds, a ribbon stretched thin. The desert knows. The desert keeps.