Eternal hedge maze
There are men among the streets
In a plagued new year.
And none seem the wiser.
I cannot sleep,
as I watch random figures take midnight strolls
through rainy roads.
To home,
          or whereever else,
                                who knows.
Despite the vast majority of warning.
I sit with shades drawn,
    no difference from afore.
Like many others. Backyard windows open,
blowing cool air into stagnant isolation.
A calm before a storm?
Candle lit and thunder beckoning me back to sleep.
Im inescapable