Lights of Melbourne city

I know the lights of Melbourne city, it is what in a crowded room, separates me from the rest in a place for thoughts only I am held captive by, it is the noise that lives at the base of my throat, a flow of words made of twigs and lightlessness, to form shapes I can’t decipher as proper letters.

I know the lights of Melbourne city, it is the faraway voice of a beckoning force right beyond my balcony, which was built for the nighttime where I ponder upon the vast landscape of still giants, passive to cars and people passing, the world constantly on the move and I alone, and the breathless inhabitants below and around me, lie stuck and observing.

I know the lights of Melbourne city, it was once a stranger possessive and everpresent, trailing me on my path to the dimmest corners down to the embrace I receive from well-meaning friends, it was once the only company I had for a long time.

I know the lights of Melbourne city, it has ceased to become another and now lives as part of my very machinery, the shadows I last spent years fleeing from has now become a darkness I embody, it helps me write, accept and love the kindred monster I’ve turned into, it is a strength capable of rendering all else benign.

...