Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
—Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven
Just a Minute Too Late
Those inky shadows, follow me,
cleverly devised in the corners
of my inhabitation, without
an invitation. They invest their
horrorfest, sinking into the midnight
hour, draining the color, blinding
the truth, bespeaking of consequences
of staying up just a minute too late.
Is it too late to...
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