Let it move you
to a distant, yet familiar land.
Climb the invisible stairs
and grasp the nonexistent rail.
Do not turn around,
there are demons on your trail,
following with hunger in their eyes.
They don't buy your cheap disguise.
Silent noise pollution they wish to hear,
but you will have to train your ear.
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