S l e e p e r t o w n
a shallow bay of memories
with lifting mist and generally
beyond the ken of waking thought
the grinding drive the goals unsought
by all except the outer shell
the home wherein all daylight dwells
a burning light to seal the flesh
and sear away unwelcome guests
who fill the air and deaden sound
nameless in a sleeper town
a shallow bay of memories
with lifting mist and generally
expiring cores of sodden hope
that smoulder in their choking smoke
no words of comfort to be told
nor revelations here unfold
a tidal silver here alloyed
becomes pure black the deeper void
to fill the lungs already drowned
nameless in a sleeper town
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