"The sodium vapour mist cuts through the night like a battered night, and the cold leeches its presence across and into the bones of the living.

Noise is present, peripheral, and humanity is fleeting, its mirror reflection everywhere yet its presence absent.

Car pass by in the corner of a time it takes to watch a clock, but the silence makes for a great amplifier.

The rustling of leaves, the illusions of footsteps close behind yours, and a sensation of movement at the corner of your eyes.

Pictures, symbols of familiarity and comfort, predominant but shallow in significance, swallowed by the night sky.

A map made into a layout that gives way to a path seldom defied upon. The unknown is cutting, the absence notorious, and the inner laid bare.

But the soul speaks in the only way it can, and that’s why the lights should remain on at night."

Could you analize the poem above?