Oh, the imminent danger

Of trusting a stranger ...

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When one calls you after midnight

Are you really on your guard ...

Or is mind muddled without sight

As you rack your brain so hard ...



Those questions you answer

Without any dance-steps ...

Those trusting instincts ...

You need to arrest ...



Do you really consider the words

To answers which trip off the tongue

When sleep is nagging you, but unheard

As warmth under cover plays along



Have you heard the real situation?

Or are you drifting quite beyond ...

The true scope of full meditation ...

As a calm voice sucks in your song?



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:05am Thursday, Oct. 22nd, 1998