The Dreams of Envious Sleepers

( a piece of a poet game)

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certainly, we call for redemption:
adrift in our beds,
hoping to be saved
by love or by slumber.
we have slept a long time, in this
tiny toy city,
because our dreams cannot fit here.

and when you pass us,
we are roused
like hungry men to the smell
of baking bread.
but we cannot struggle ourselves
awake. our dreams slide
us in; they devour us whole.