The Quiet Electricity/The Negative World Of Night Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell

It is dark, it is night, and I am living in the negative world.
I drive down the highway, and it is dark, and I am doing the opposite
of everyone else. I am awake/they are asleep. There is nothing but cold darkness to hold me in this late night hour, What a curious feeling. I sail down the highway in this empty darkness, me alone with my thoughts. Empty night sky and dark clouds that are the opposite of what they should be. Indeed this nighttime world is the opposite of what it should be. Things in this nighttime world go from 1 to -1, everything is opposite I should not be able to see the clouds, but I can. I enter the negative world as I stream down the highway and towards New Year's celebrations in Portland, Maine. It is dark and I am alone, but there is the subtle electricity of excitement in the quiet. It is the feeling of muted excitement. I should be quiet, but I am excited. Skyshouldbeblue and the cloudsshouldbewhite buttheskyisblack and cloudsaresilver. It is the inverted beauty and oddness of this nighttime world, and the empire of night.