Nightcrawler.Even if I break away, I just becomescared of day. The sun, never meantme, white light burns to show what Ishould never see. A creeping, crawlingnight dweller would rather bask in thecomforts of one's cellar. So a toast tonight's graceful cover of my face, so thosewho wish cannot see what I call mydisgrace. Perhaps it is better to live lifeblind, ergo to not be bound by what a pairof peering eyes might just find.