"Infect Insomnia"
by Tim Harmon
Wavering world. While you dream in silent,
Serene, slumber. I stare. Theorizing.
There on the threshold of sleep and waking.
Shackled to the living world by stainless
Chains. Shatterproof. I am neither here nor
Am I there. A prisoner in vacant
Liminal space. Master ventriloquist
Vicariously acting through my own
Body. When I try to fade into darkness
My dreams are thwarted by a thunderbolt.
A single thought. A sinister warden.