Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Midnight Bullet Train

We don't sleep here,
At the edge of dreams,
And nightmares, 
The city sprawled somewhere near
And glowing softly,
Where ideas flutter in a flurry,
Furious wing-beating, and competing,
The brain rides a bullet train
From station to station.
And in the next room...
A muffled cry
For, in the shadows
Our deepest fears lie.
They bubble to the surface,
Inky black,
And while the city sleeps,
I weep
And later while the sun rolls out,
I'll nap! 

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