At this hour, my city bares its teeth so its luster is in the forefront.
I only walk with the hope to inform myself on the beasts and the creatures of dusk.
With no light to back my wheels I travel the paved scales to which little mind I pay. Tonight is no different, I am making my way through and taking it all roof by roof, room by room. Presence of the long arm is felt, there is never a minute of reprimand to the standard deviance of the times. The tranquility of silence entices me forth, never similar to years before, I am one with nothing and none with everything. I soar amongst the lamps, I have but one thought, “how did this come about, what have I done that has yet to show return?” A passing, a halt, the constant feeling of empty pursuit before the turn. Walking, running, climbing to find the air that is suitable for breath… This is the time in which I know the matters of the creatures and beasts that reside in the streets… at this hour. The color is blue and the word will be fear, tonight the color is blue and the word will be fear, tonight, the lover/mother is blue and the world will know fear. The time in which I know the matters I face when I make my way through and take everything in, roof to roof, room by room; so I can hear that last ghastly, triumphant rattle, and know it was not all in vain. Tonight their color is blue and my word will always be fear