24 October, 2016

4:35 am

Sleep the sleep
of the walking dead;
soundless feet creep around
the unmade restless place,

rumpled and warm.

In the dream
of the terrified human;
abnormal breath is rattled
answer by train's whistle,

blaring on demand.

Every day awake, accentuated by the sleeplessness of the night.

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