Drive down any country road in a twilight hour.
That insidious feeling you get, cruising.
Eyes fixated on the meandering pavement.
Turn your lights off.
Close your eyes.
Gently tap the brakes, then depress them completely.
Keep those eyes shut.
Don't you dare open them.
Don't think.
Know in that moment that you are not alone.
Know that the shadows dance,
with visages of beings beyond our comprehension.
You can see them, fleetingly, but you'll never know it was them.
The closest you'll get is that moment.
Stationary, grasped by darkness and silence.
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