sleep crawls up to ear

holes and whispers soft tones, houses

and boats, moats, and

castles sway inside

and walk a straight line into

the brain the airplane

of their pillows where they rehearse

the power to echo

and bring sound shape for

generations to hear but

even if no one

can hear a single

sound the cows make they still

make it anyway

milking their time in the occurrence

of flying

relaxed in the comfort of

singing to no one

but to the echo-mirroring cave-wall

people walk passed, address, and

stroll on, which is a

light switch for these earthly singing

castles in the brain


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