Away along night-shrouded streets

one light in a sea of them

trying to make out some message

a secret on solar wind that never comes

Here I go into darkness seeking a cure

drawn from the sky in a cup

and made to flow in the streets

washing all away to the sea

then to draw back the stars from the sky

drink of them

and shroud the world in darkness

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I think I’d like to learn how to play the Theremin.

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Image by Norbert Pietsch from Pixabay