I think that Light is looking for a dwelling place

A physical body

That will blatantly go around shining

I imagine myself with windows

and when they’re clean

And when the curtains

Aren’t closed

They give out a blaze of brilliance

And dark streets

And sad hearts

And twisted shadowy corners

Will know they have been seen and heard

It’s the best feeling

But I do need to keep my windows clean

And my curtains open

Even on days like these.