You come alive at night,
skulking in cerebral shadows,
moving ever closer,
primed to steal the soporific hours.
Softly without warning,
a flawless execution,
the entrance completed
never standing on ceremony.
Silence callously stolen,
alone with the nearby thud,
a life that races and rages
the sound-track to another night together.
For we are each others displeasure,
mutually repulsed by our existence,
connected by reciprocal loathing.
Teetering on the brink of something extraordinary.
I sit by the window and wait. . . . . .
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