<strong>Alan's Fevered(?) Dream</strong><br/><br/>Darkness wrapped,<br/>father son against the sun,<br/>Unknown tendrils seething,<br/>feeding;<br/>Knacking, snacking,<br/>all alack in<br/>what he's needing;<br/>Though you'll get from what<br/>he'll give, none can pay the price<br/>in full;<br/>Ire flowing moonlit fire<br/>Seeking back<br/>the Apostle's home,<br/>among the stars.<br/><br/><br/>Light flooded blurry vision as Alan woke with a start, nearly clipping his head on the underside of the table inside the booth.<br/><br/>"What the hell was that?<br/><br/><br/>