:::poetry
Float away
Walk along the desolate Dublin street
Follow
Step in beat, the mashing of the mossy dew beneath my feet

Rounding over old and chiseled corners
Disappearing, motion manic mean
And when I come around—nɒt to be seen

Alight the steps atop the stoop
and look down
I come around, gaze like sound
The street lights, orange electric element
nighttime searing all around
Me, the silent phantom, spook itself

Place your hand atop your eyes and speak
Save yourself from fear's release
Savor the phenomena of merely me,
The me that neither you nor I can see
That me still haunting me in dreams

In nighttime reverie, I’ll come around
and you, staring back
Shield your eyes—I draw near
Gliding soft and queer
To maybe not evoke your screams
And when I come around, eventually you'll see

’til then,
The muffled hissing of a jacket’s creaks
The smudged expression of a damp street
The foggy window where the wipers skip
the beat, and
The fox and me
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