If you must bother his night, make haste -
hands can be indecisive. They murder in vile.
Sopor is a luxury he wants uninterrupted
coming off from grinding days wide awake.
He knows there are more of your scuttlebutt kind
buzzing from the corners, crowding the dark.
Be careful tempting an unpresuming colossus
from whose blood you thrive.
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