Where to From Here?

Six engines shun neon.
Broken frames like clouds.
I look up, squint,
Zoom in and gasp.
The guards zap me.
“Re-wind.” Whispers the constable.
“What?” My tongue curls.
The air is electric.
“This is verbrannten Himmel?”
My question generates silence.

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