a shout in the dark

10 Apr

someone called my name

a shout in the dark

deep, and slow and filled with

a kind of kind persistance

a shout in the dark

as if i were a tiny man about to

climb his beanstalk

and this gentle giant just wanted me to know

what i could expect in

this weird attic of a world

filled with children racing about

and brightly colored paisley cats

soon i’d have leave with my friend from long ago

back to the place i am right now

leaving all my precious books and records behind

a shout in the dark

and a sudden face from out of nowhere

she was poor and she needed me

i didn’t recognize her, though

strange what the night can bring

strange what other worlds impinge upon this one

a shout in the dark

deep, and heavy with time

i seemed to know him

but couldn’t place the name

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