I pass within the night
After the sun glimmer
Has completely perished.
I watch as the light of lamp posts
Dies with my approach
And I question
The nature of energy
That I shed into this world.
Some machines are sick with imperfection
We put on pedestal of our creativity,
The power they emanate
Is a capricious force,
Coming and going without our input.
As I pass, the light dies,
Yet always returns.
This mysterious exchange of energies
Is the magic I need to feel
On the daily basis,
Even though I don’t understand it.
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Trezvennost II 