i crept along the lip of a crevasse, the creek and tunnel below sin black. both beckoned my body to tumble down, fumble and slide deep inside where the whispering waters fade into the night. something calls out from that odd intersection; where concrete and water meet flush with each other. a crude voice, a whisper, or a child's screams, calling for help, do i dare stay here even one more minute? a smashed television, a painted underpass further down the tracks, all so attractive and surreal to me. but no dream could sound so eerie, like a thousand voices screaming in horror at once. and that's just a car passing overhead.