We left then, you and I.
While the night was spread against the sky,
We refused to stop and wonder why.

We went down the dark and twisted street,
Our hearts bestirred, by that drummer's beat.
That roiled, twisted, and possessed our feet.

Anything additional here wouldn't feel right.
It's past midnight and I've spent the last two days in the city. One day meeting an old, old friend. One day meeting a new one. I met someone I want to claim and someone who has claimed me.
Not to mention I've more or less been on my feet non-stop with them both, and at least five games of DDR. I should really get a more comfortable pair of shoes.
I'm dealing in trivialities again. I suppose that's safer then when I try to deal with anything deeper. A deep thought is a loaded gun, sometimes. Or a faulty gas main.
I'll stop here. I told myself I would write before I passed out to stop myself dreaming weird. Here's hoping it works!