the night crept in through my bedroom window like a leviathan coiling itself around an unaware prey even as i lay paralysed in the blinding light of my dreams reminiscing the sunkissed afternoons we spent in the graveyard by the seai - imagining h - how it would feelto be counting tars ---- stars on a moonless night it -- with our heads rested against he -- the tombstones of our fore -fathers .