the spider abandoned her web at sunset.
darkness slips beneath my pillow.
my bed sweats beneath me in the sleepless night.
the train’s whistle forlorns my midnight vigil.
echoes chase me through dreaming caverns.
stumbling through a lamenting maze
my legs cry the sound of loss.
silence hounds me, quarries my fears.
that narrow night bunked above the wheels
my ears emptied sounds into the basket of truth.
my eyes unshuttered, starred with dust.
sunrise brought forth new lands
deciphered by the train in the dark.
the web harvests dawn’s tears.