It’s the witching hour and I appear to be walking on a road
Not deserted-but less people-no cars too here-I'm still walking
Night's bloody cold in mid- August Brrrrr! ! Still walking and I see
On the far end, it’s as if the road just blacks up-no horizon-just impervious black.
And suddenly I see what's ahead and stop just in time, on the edge of a sheer precipice,
Excuse me'says a voice behind me; I move aside; A naked woman…passes by and jumps off the edge.
And What's these? I see all around then.. man
