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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