There were things protruding from the water,
unnatural things in the dark,
things I could barely make out,
things that I had only seen state side in the past,
Just after midnight,
there was a frightening hush in the air,
the waft of a humid breeze,
And there was blue lightning,
that belonged to no one save those who could see it from behind the glass,
And when we weren't hunkered down in the dark,
listening for otherworldly noises,
malignant racket that could only signify our demise,
Just when I stopped bleeding from my nose,
long enough to realize this was a very big deal,
the kind that lodged an argument in favor of the ideology that Generation Y doesn't live in a boring era,
we never did
We just got so used to waiting to learn,
instead of doing it the other way around,
But at least I broke my bad habit,
while staying up at night waiting for thieves,
and sweating with reveries of clean water,
I broke this habit of my heedless disposition,
and I picked up my skateboard,
just long enough to get it off the wire
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