Edge of Sleep

Greeting me, these voices on the edge of sleep
Folded together, impatient, hungry for attention
Licking my fading consciousness
The beginnings of giggles, stern scolding, academic instructions
Like passengers glimpsing platforms for other trains
Or the babbling gurgle of hot pavement
Sucking rainwater into its pumice holes

I am an observer, invisible against these vapors
They tell their tales
And I move on, letting their sighs carry me
Across the edge of sleep





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