Collude in leathery caverns of purse,
Somewhere a topographical map shows,
Shadowy terrain laid out by these cloths.
At daybreak I rise and call the search,
But my floodlight is weak and dispersed,
It clashes against the window's glass,
As I hit the switch fearing the crash.
Outside the trees quietly line the street,
The sidewalk lays gray, ready for feet,
The houses stand squarely undisturbed,
Their cars stationed alongside the curb.
Outside's all organized by order of the moon,
But what changed places inside of this room?
When the clock says 'go' to-day knows where...
My car's wrenched away, startled and unaware.
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