The Nightshift


Sleep is the ever-expanding balloon
we stretch the night with,
full to bursting with dreams.

An awakening pop,
and we furiously grasp
at the thinning air
evaporating into consciousness

For that air
is the language of unsayable things
awaiting the clutch of an accepting soul.

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