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SOMETHING EVIL WAS GNAWING AT MY HEELS




Being a creature of habit, I was curled up on the couch
dreaming a dream of colours and ribbons against the sky.
At once life's insistent momentum pulled me from reverie.

Motion threw me up against the brilliant solidity of a wall,
as if it were ocean breakers thronging with cyclone strength.
I gasped for breath, and the heaviness of my limbs disappeared.

The receding tide left me flustered, pacing from tile to tile,
and I couldn't be still -- something evil was gnawing at my heels.