I slept

Sleep silently stole me from you last night,

And showed me to a steeper, starker place.

I slept, and slimy stalactites dripped sight

Through dreams. I saw a silver carapace

Whence sneaked myself through sleeping surreal light.

Inhale, exhale. I sleep. A ghostly face—

A rose, sibilant nostrils breezing fright.

The night ascertains where the daylight strays.

In all the dreams: a land discarded, long

Before the spring stole swiftly into view—

The misty path, astrewn with song and scree.

O sleep, a sacrifice of safety. Sleep,

My heart, and in your sleeping speak to me.

Stolen from you, the night begins to weep.


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