I start when most are settling in, an end when birds begin their choir. I trade sunlight for humming machines or truckers needing coffee, keeping the world awake while others sleep.

Three wanderers pause as one, their pulls briefly agreed. Light bends, tides listen, and shadows align. I am order born from motion, balance achieved, A rare straightening written in gravity’s sign.

Tall and hollow, I stand on high, where grayish plumes dance with the sky. A steadfast guide for warmth and cheer, but not a door, window, or veneer.

A coiled vein that glows with captive fire, When current speaks, I answer in light. I trade my strength for heat at power’s wire, A thinning path where energy turns bright.

Go-Go is the shout that brings me to life, From a hat or a coat, I spring to life. I serve a detective with tools up his sleeve, Who uses tech you won't believe. I'm the family name and his claim to fame Without my malfunctions, he’d be quite tame.