SleepWalker

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Shocked awake

In fight or flight

The stars are howling

In the night

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The dark’s encroaching

On breath of life

The shadows writhe

I leap to fight

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Grasping ghosts

With wild eyes

Wrestling wraiths

With bloody cries

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Plunged into air

I leap and twist

And break a solid

With desperate fist

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Shocked awake

In the kitchen

How did I wander

This peculiar distance

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A clock is ticking

The sink is dripping

The moon is rising

And time is slipping

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Spirits gone

Like receding waves

Back to their hollow

Designated graves

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Bedsheets billow

On a laundry line

But dreams come a-haunting

Slyly sublime

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In the spanish moss

The moon blinks a peek

The hours run like children

Playing hide and seek

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And memories return

Like hail on cornfields

I will not run

From the past revealed

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I have to face it

To stand and let it burn

Otherwise tis meaningless

Another empty turn

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So let it burn

The smoke climbs higher

The strength’s refined

And weakness lost in fire.

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