3AM
When the street goes quiet
the late darkness seems to fill the world
in an unmoving
I imagine trying to cross it
Once you open the door into it the quiet will grab you
will probably strip you of faculties
your body will become a tree in winter
Like quicksand perhaps
Sliding your entire body into clay
or mud or the leftover oatmeal from this morning
and then it will harden over you
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