walking thru the district like a ghoul
bars closing down to my right and left
windows go black as i pass
nothing here left to do
solid shadow dammed between the trees
the park extinguished in a hush
if this is where i must find love
i consecrate this night to what's ahead
two or three species might have seen
my next ten steps into the void
the fragrant precipice and buzzing depths
static on the scalp and fingertips
light growing where the street picked up again
betrayed the sense i'd crossed into a realm
never to come back again
the way i've come to find love is
Ikea Holyoake