Shade 77: Whirlpool

With a torrent and a flourish and a slap

the summer ends

And the bitter breeze of yesterday comes

screaming round the bends

With a whimper and a whinny and a whine

the people groan

Inside of doors with windows shut again

to be alone

With a sputter and a crumble and a crack

the gold turns gray

The warmer winds and dulcet days once more

get locked away

Shade 76: Lose Wires

If energy cannot be created

And energy cannot be destroyed

What happens to our energy

When our brains are unemployed

Where do the currents travel

When the pulses have died down

Where goes that electricity

When we lie beneath the ground

If our thoughts are pulsing patterns

If our selves are circuit sparks

Then our energy remains behind

When all the world goes dark