I must have lived years in this place
But I cannot measure time
Don't you take my hand
I'am not a friendly man
Don't you ever ask my name
Rushing up the few steps
Beyond the door; but the
Sudden veiling of the moon
Caused me to
Stumble- and I felt my way
More slowly in the dark
I did not shriek, but all the friendish ghouls
That ride the nightwind shrieked for me
Beings must have cared for my needs
Yet I cannot recall any person except myself,
Or anything alive that I am an OUTSIDER
A strange in this century
And among those who are still a man

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