Miami in the Year of 2222, poetry by Illustrious Da Poet at Spillwords.com

Miami in the Year of 2222

 Miami in the Year of 2222

written by: Illustrious Da Poet

 

Under Neon Skies of 2222

In the heart of Miami, two zeroes and two,
Where the sun dipped in gold and the night wore its blue,
Lived a dreamer, a dancer, with stars in her eyes,
A girl named Lilah, beneath synthetic skies.

Club 99 floated, a marvel of light,
Where rhythm and laughter embraced the soft night,
With friends like the tides, she yearned to be free,
So, with whispers of mischief, she plotted to flee.

Her parents ensconced in the glow of their screens,
Didn’t notice the clock or the slackening seams,
With a leap and a giggle, she slipped through the door,
To canvas the waves and the dreams on the shore.

The shore hummed with life, where the holograms danced,
In this brave future world, every heart had a chance,
But suspended in orbit, with circuits that roamed,
A camera was birthed, and it quickly intoned.

“Location verified, subject is out,”
Her father’s voice crackled, a mixture of doubt,
Through the skies, the drone whirred, its mission was clear,
To find Lilah, the runaway spark of the year.

She ducked past the palm trees, her laughter a breeze,
With neon-infused joy that put shadows at ease,
Under wave after wave of augmented display,
She twirled to the pulse of her wild, sweet ballet.

From the whispers of alleys to the glow of the pier,
Lilah danced through the night with no hesitation or fear,
But the camera grew closer, an eye in the sky,
Its lens wheeling sharply, as her heartbeat flew by.

Then, amidst techno rhythms and starlight that twinkled,
Her father arrived, on a hoverbboard, crinkled,
“Lilah!” his voice roared, cutting bright through the sound,
“You think you’re invisible, but I’ve got you found!”

With a heart pounding loudly, she turned with a laugh,
“Just this one night, Dad, can’t I have just a half?”
But the melody faltered, reality pull,
“Enough of the games, it’s time we left, Lil’.”

With a sigh, her defiance was washed with regret,
Though the night held enchantment she wouldn’t forget.
So she followed the rhythm of the moon’s gentle guide,
Slipping back home with her father beside.

In the dawn’s soft embrace, when the night fell away,
She dreamed not of freedom, but of choices she’d sway,
For in the future’s embrace, with its tech-child allure,
Sometimes the sweetest adventure is finding what’s pure.

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