It is 23:23 and the noisy neighbours have

Gone inside and I am glad I don't need to

Close the window on this summer night.

There is lamp light and I can just make out

The shadows of the previous night when

All was well. Now, all is not well. I have the

Tremors and my sea legs have kicked in.

The dark ship is on the horizon. Its sail

Both warns and summons alike. The

Neighbours are back out making noise.

And all this is too much to take on a

Summer's night. The voices are loud but

Indecipherable. I place my folded clothes

Upon the bed. I dive out the window into

The abyss and swim towards the dark ship.

No lamp light now— instead a moon, melancholy

Pale. It's still 23:23. I think that's a sign of some kind.


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