They say even the smallest light
keeps a human awake at night
the lowest rumbling
the voices of the living
and still I wake up and don't know
where I am
what I am
this is what they say, which state
are you from?
And I say I alter
between being awake and asleep
and a state of unrest
collecting in the corners of my thoughts
like dust particles in heating vents
but at least
they are warm when I
am not without anyone holding
them without
a thousand different people
crowding their minds shouting
shouting so that no one can even hear
the words
on the
outside