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Sleepwalking

Ouch! What now?
This is the eleventh glass
Followed by cracking bones
Echoed by the night

I must be moonwalking
Only to see the stars
But for the cold about my feet
Ouch! What now?

In a foreign frenzy
I paint the walkway red
My veins will testify
This is the eleventh glass

I’m crawling through shadows
Draped in fur, I wear wolf
On fours I howl
Followed by cracking bones

Hold my hand, wake me up
Teach me to shapeshift, and
The mystery of the hour
Echoed by the night

Vera