Eclectic spirits wait in the hall
An listen to the doors of gloom
And instance, just instances
Running into the forsaken room.
Eclectic spirits are never dull
And never made of light
But are also never truthful;
But stand in the depth of blight
Electric spirits stand alone
Seeking dreams of perfection
Listening to the dreary dreams
Of friendly inattention
Eclectic spirits do not ride the train
And that is one reason why
The lights do never really go out
Even when the truth has died
