A child's voice behind the wall, fear-pitched and pleading. But I soon spot the ploy--a mischief spirit, sent to vex my sleeping mind! Devil howls and echoes. Wake to "Winter Gloom," by Anxiety Ensemble of Monmouth County.
Palm to wall--semblance confirmed--scramble kitchen drawers for evidence: secret spoons, clandestine knives. Pacing like Rilke's Panther on speed. Dressers undressed. Cabinets gutted like crime scenes. Nervously searching--for what?
Face slapped by moonlight as streets diverge in German Expressionism. Interrogate a starling in the supermarket. What do you want? Broccoli, yogurt, eggs? There's a section for greeting cards and a section for toys--this place never closes.
Vacant eyes--searching, searching. One wayward wraith plants its seed, and I chase coordinates into the void. The universe is subtext, a legend of coded clues. You don't know me, and I don't know you. Perhaps this is the sum of my longing.
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