It was oddly bright for how dark everything
was, the contrast was set too high for a dimlit scene;
strange halos glowed from behind each
outline of a shape or motion
or person or physical theme.
Her eyes couldn't seem
to focus and her locus
of control was out of balance
as she bobbed and weaved
like a drunken high sea.
Each surface and corner
in the large room sheened
white and bluegreen,
technical and alien,
shamanwave glitchhouse,
otherworldly in a sense which
was disembodying and dispiriting.
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