Falling asleep
touching strangers’ feet
the rise and fall
of another’s chest
both blankets and mind are a mess

Falling asleep
in a defeated heap
a volcano sits dormant in my chest
heat rises and falls
legs and arms in a tangled mess

Falling asleep
I can still hear the beat
reverberating through my chest
festival eyes
see a compromise
self preservation at its best

Falling asleep
with nothing concrete
propositions on tram lines
detonate like landmines

The space between two minds
The faith that I’m only mine
The words that pass the time
The fear that I’m only mine
The sleep that takes its time
A stillness of the mind
The truth that I’m only mine.