the sound of my own name wakes me, startled and summoned,
I wonder
whose face belongs
to this ringing?
a wraith that trails through crooked stairs, empty hallway
I have been resting my brain’s waves and neurons
from worry and tiredness
tattered elusive edge
of the sacred dream dimension
not mother or father, nor children
call out
make certain no one is in danger
a voice heard from beneath bedcovers in the middle of the night
ignite
clusters of latent thoughts surface
create a clear, precise tone
so much like my own
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