time shuffles by,
beams of moonlight - unable to penetrate the haze,
orange sodium is our guide,
corner to corner,
street to street,
lost little rabbits, caught in the headlights.

sleep eludes thought,
or thought killed sleep,
who the murderer, who the murdered?

in bed.
alone with their faces, hands, voices,
watching, clawing, baying at the moonlight.
is it the pain that makes you real?