unconscious minutes
time unclaimed living
gestating some dream
keep you drifting
in the forest there
the glade the rocks
feet in the cold clear green stream
sunlit to the bottom is brown
words not spoken will out
bones washing up on shore
phantoms and night voices
the gnashing of teeth
do we live again as on a loop
the nightmare we can’t awaken from
rotating airport baggage claim
only unzip the case
true void surrounds you
nowhere gone lost
oblivion
awaken
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