Twitching Eyelids

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The flocks of tiny dreams arise from limbs

Where they were sleeping.  The bolt and door

That held them in and down are rising hymns

With whir of wings.  The dreams and nightmares pour

Subconscious music through synapses tight

Against each other.  Angels next to imps

Go flapping through the open cavern night

Becoming bats as sleep begins to glimpse

Escape for soul to leave behind the trap

Of consciousness.  Whereas the daydreams’ noon

Allowed, when boys were resting in their nap,

These feral seraphim sing cries of loon.

  The flight of subterranean release

    Goes fluttering.  Visions swell and then release.

©  Phillip Whidden