On His Young Nightmares
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1 min readDec 20, 2016
Cries that mar your babysleep
brandishing the night
awake, awaken chilling in their lair
painless stings
groundless falls
chase of endless stairs
you’ve not learned
how landings hurt
skies elude the page
cries that into midnight creep
scratch upon your doors
open, open headlong into age
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-David Baron, March 1982