From The Scranton Expressway Poem by alexandre arnau

it was sublime how from the expressway
the way the lights of the city shimmered
it was a secret kind of miracle
like a soft black ocean at night
bearing constellations
reflected from above against blue ceilings
while underneath
pulsed bioluminescent phantoms swaying
mindlessly below a black veil

i watched the shimmer in silence
astounded and overcome by something
that this city had never accomplished before:
being as itself
a place of light and wonder