Manacled wretches jutting from under my bed,
clutch and clasp vehemently at my ankles.
my pulse escalating -
my eyes clench.
The room changes fast:
Picture yourself diving down technicolor tunnels
churning into delirium, then landing, serene
in the shaded summer canopy, sleep's languid flux
carries in waves, over boisterous beasts -
transforming claw and tusk to a plume of vapor.
Unharnessed, it ascends on a winged silhouette.
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