there was a crash and a thud, or
a thud and then a crash, and then
a door opened and a door closed,
possibly the same door. it was
almost 4 in the morning and i
was now fully awake, and i
realized, i owned absolutely
nothing except the mattress i
was laying on. even sleep, the act
of it and all that it encompassed:
dreams and nightmares, cold sweats,
and hot sweats. all borrowed, and
all could be taken away at any
time. even the great silver moon
outside my window, swung at the
mercy of the all powerful,
looming silkworm gods of night!
