Sometimes
At night
stress reaches across
the very permeable border
Of my somnambulistic
World
the fear
Stands over my bed
And examines me while I sleep
Or endeavor to
suddenly
I wake up
Startled out and thrown up
through the stark spongy
layers of sleep
Sobbing
I cry out
I cry out
my own name
wanting the Other
to respond
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