Each Time we Sleep (a poem)

The lights flickered once, and we knew
what was to come, walking in the
crumbling building,

collapsing like a sandcastle
on top of us, buried underneath now
gasping for air, losing our sense
of reality, a dream-land of

new colors and shapes,
smothered and can’t escape,
‘till the ominous face appeared,
like the Wizard of Oz
the face covered with sores

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