There are no ghosts in my house
And night never arrives.
My songs are always playing on the radio
So that I can remember the words.Beyond the words and the theories
I have divined a purpose antique,
An ancient, insidious, heretical nightmare
Of impeccable antecedents.Last week was never, tomorrow is never,
The light of day reveals ineluctable purity.
Neon will no longer obscure the night sky, and
The light will not desert me, nor will it ever desert you.- St. Clair Carr