This is an invitation.
It's night, and almost day.
This is an invitation to all those
who believe in the fine line between
the final steps up the ladder,
and the promises a man can never keep.
Come into the city,
if you accept that the life led in the small hours between night and day
is to be led wide awake.
It holds the most important and deep resemblances to memories;
we can track these memories in the dark, as they skitter away
under the light of the moon, and the streetlights who loom over us,
with their endless desire for life outside the box.