The streetlights burn the night
The gates to the park are shut
The cafˇ chairs are turned upon the tables
A lone girl wearing headphones
Is going somewhere
He sees her pass
But cannot look
Before she is gone
Before he can take it all in
Streets tumble down
From the crown of the hill
It makes him dizzy
To keep steady
He holds the ground with his feet
The air is charged
There is too much electricity
Not enough darkness
Neil Heims