I am the beast of the night
my yellow eyed
steel jawed existence
at runway's end
Preying, preying
I am at at ease with the night
and a blood red Singapore moon
In the solitude of my thoughts
Praying, praying
You are asleep to my right
quiet 'neath air blanket blue
and a family below
Staying, staying
Saturday, 8 December 2007
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