Stranger

chester maynes

No door,
no windows,
no floor.

I float,
I toss,
I bloat.

I am a
stranger
to my own
strange dreams.

No sky,
no ground,
only space.

The distance
I travel is
miles away
from home.

I am absent
in the absent
world.

I spin,
I stumble,
I grin.

The bed is
worried that
I can’t rouse.

But I did.
I really did.
I lacked sleep.

2015

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