Daylight is ugly with all those people doing bad things, but at night there aren’t as many out to mess stuff up, leaving me to enjoy the crickets’ urgent soprano. When you both feel too much and are detached you want to smash and be consoled for the smashing. I had something happy to tell but now it’s gone — Now there’s just me, whistling in the dark. Though it offers protection, knowing brings no peace; still I want your secret. Tell me that lie again, my favorite one about the word and the sword.