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Jul 2018
This is recorded on the edge of sleep
a moment at the top
before the Ferris wheel's seat swings out, then down

the passenger screams out in pleasurable terror
at physics aborted by mechanics
has faith in the security of metal
no pins will slip, no screws unravel
then, over the edge to the bottom
and back up again
waking is always easier than falling to sleep

I will die in my sleep
God save me, take my soul

one sleeps
until the morning sun fills the room
one does not sleep
cold flesh between the rumpled sheets
will not wake to the sun
Written by
V L Bennett  F
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