The insects rise with the night,
Outside, you walk the dog,

A little poodle
That hates your guts.

It snarls and snaps at you
Every chance it gets,

The little ankle biter.

But that's been your lot in life
In life,

Remembering things
From way back when.

The lesser moments
Come back the most,

It's then I embrace
All the moments.

All the moments
Leading me

To the place outside,

Where the insects
Rise with the night,

As symphonies
Smash through my head,

The oboes and cellos
Rise with the insects.

I switch off the music,
Feel the blind silence,

I strip naked,
Night ticks

In the quiet
Of clocks,

Movements of hands,
I breathe,

The end.