Whether it be a derailment downtown with me in the bushes, hiding, fearing capture or imprisonment.
Whether it be me, in a dark park, with my bike and my flashlight phone, searching out shadows and making the night dimmer than first found.
Whether it be banging on windows or walls to cast of the demons, cast of the followers, the ones bent on end.
Or whether it be the sad clown of Friday, the whispers, the madness closing in or that which was kept away.
in these spaces
to get lost.