There's the mechanical scrape of the belt on the fan's shaft that sounds like a cricket in the night

. . . it no belongs

The soft shuffle of shoes on cement sidewalks late at night reminds me I tread lightly alone

. . . and it no belongs

The late autumn breath chills my bones as I envy the stars from where I once roamed

. . . I no belongs

See the armies of leaves vanquished , brown and blown ? They are my kindred spirits in arms

. . . that no belongs

Shadows dancing desperately in the night , find no sanctuary in the light . A question of balance is added to the scales ,

. . . I no belongs