YOUR SLEEP-TIME COMPANY

by October 1, 2023 0 comments

By day, we’re mere dust
but, come darkness,
the past grows in us.

We relearn what we have done,
why we’re strangers in heaven
but our names are known in hell.

In light, we pause.
At night, we arise,
become our life stories.

We are not avengers.
Nor are we a warning.

We float across the room.
We stretch our bodies
and our mouths open wide.

Our words are nothing more
than what you can’t help thinking.

editors note:

Drown out that din; think a “la, la, la” to lull yourself to sleep. – mh clay

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