So close to midnight...do I dare?
All the windows are dark, and the roads are nearly silent. I press my back against the wall and creep sideways, a crab edging around a tide pool. One great eye stares in the east, partly closed as if in thought, or as if in knowing.
I am out of my element, beyond any fields I know. And yet, here I creep. Drawn by, drawn by:
A dream of a dream. A want of something I don't know the name of. With every step the calling grows louder. By the time I reach the corner, the roar must become unbearable.
Who will hear but me?
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