As I sleep
As I sleep
I hear the creep of footsteps
Distant past, close at heart.
No shadows cast.
Something just ahead
Calls and calls again
The weight of my body
Holds me slack
My tongue knots
Screaming back
No consolation
From the gathering crowd
Familiar yet not.
Then
Silence.
I stare into the space above
Drowning
Light pushes me deeper
To waking.
Who am I to walk in such places?
Old faces, strange spaces.
To which there is no return.
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