That lunar sphere hangs like a sliver of silver. It boils my thin blood & nullifies my exotic fear until We can dance ritualistically through cobweb covered streets towards those Blissfully Rejuvenating steps backwards. This nocturnal plague intoxicates us into a fugue state of ruthless fever dreams that visualize memories of our young past. Grip me close for this ferocious leap into the Night's chill. Breath me like you never have. I try to scream. I only howl.