Sounds of Hometown

He sits on dusty benches during modern nights
thinking about the lights that shine above him.
Nighty night, may Gods hand stay right.
modern night on modern night.
he thinks with no sight.

Girls talking over him
"he's not one to be polite"
These downtown sheets know him too well.
Ever since that time-
downtown sheet on modern night
mariners stay and sway under absent light.

Do not yell.
Do not scream.
He knows no sight
but he knows what it means.
A dream! A dream!
of colors and sound.
A king! A king!
A king he is crowned!
A king that is lost?
No, a king that is crowned!
Bound! He is bound-
downtown to city sheets
and martyred nights.

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