Quiet: 1.15am.

1:15am was sublime
but it only lasted a minute.

It just occured to me
as my optic nerve sensed a person moving
and my teeth gritted through the pane:
I've never seen any of them
during the day as I work...

In the vacancy of the street,
yellow lights are spaced out like prehistoric bulbs of amber.
Glowing homes to blood-heavy mosquitoes.
The helix of extinction is mapping a new course.

So I go out and walk the streets.
Peering into their black chambers,
their nocturnal boudoirs.
I see the school at night.
Shops closed, no cars on the main road.

I bet I wont see them tomorrow either.
Perhaps I'm not allowed to?
Maybe they just see me
and say "there's the chap
who tried to catch a glimpse of us
last night, full alert for everyone."

So now I sleep,
and abandon the streets
I've never seen them in.