Hypnotransit
One good ear to the quiet pillow,
one bad ear to the unheard fright,
between, one step from the waking
or sleeping door to the end.
One for the price of two,
clutched with the value of half.
Two eyes toward the edge of light
or sealed at the core of the night,
betwixt and between, followed,
chased to quietly wonder.
The value of half still halved,
for one the price is two.
Half a night’s slumber, tenuous,
sleep is not found, waking deceives,
dimly lit reality too unreal to keep,
pitch black fear is master.
16th January 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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