Dark Matter

Trying to capture these fireflies in a jar, and with them the sound of cicadas, which wouldn't be complete without that undefinable scent which so defines this place. I don't dare try for the thousand years old light of distant stars, but I'll try, nevertheless. Imaginings are dangerous things. Their wings are their own. Every magician knows the cat is out there, dead and alive forever, both in and out of the box. Try to unimagine. Can't be done. Even stopping one is nearly impossible.