Culling Nightmares

Contributor: Jonah Polivoron

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When I cannot sleep
When even a nightmare will do
When even the cold sweat at waking
Means at least
I've had sleep

I go for a walk in the city
I cross streets and alleys
and places where shapes
crouch low in the shadows
and I pray
for those twisting streets
to carry me safely,
safely through the orchards of golden fruit
the breathing cars
the faces I've seen before
but cannot place
to the light
to the dawn
and the bleating of my alarm

and I wonder when I fell asleep
and I wonder if all those shadows
were nothing more than dreams.


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