What flame will you seek?
When you can't push back the dark,
step outside and own the shadows
when the light is gone
What if those switches disappeared?
The streets cloaked in turbid black
and the curbs become enemies
in your panic-stricken stumbles
Will starlight fill your eyes?
Will it be your blanket
while you mewl into your fist
and dream of electricity?
Incandescence tags the civilized
But our eyes grow weak,
our spines begin to soften
when we forsake the night