As I get swallowed by the lightlessness of the night,
My brain starts to teem with delight.
Small fractions of light sneak in under the door.
Easily light up a room that is otherwise a bore.
Idly dance, forming elaborate shapes
The light and the door. One of the great escapes.
The room stands motionless, but filled by many an avid member.
The room, that has so often, so easily forgotten to remember.
The room teeming with minuscule lights,
Holding out for a hundred hopeless nights.
