Cyclic poem about falling asleep on a bus.
the bus lurches to a stop
the jolt wakes me
Too tired to help it
I had no sleep last night
paranoia grips me
and I check the windows
in case I've missed my stop
a town spiels by
everyday life, all familiar
but is it in the right direction?
finally recognition takes over
and I relax enough
to sleep again
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