POEM: Nocturnal Mystery

In the hour of now and forever more,
I went in through the window, but out through the door.

At least I prayed it’d go that way,
leaving by light of sun’s first ray.

Now you’re thinking ’twas foul play —
that I’ll be caught by light of day.

But maybe I’m past catching?

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