As I lie in warmth,
Cocooned by hollow fibre,
I feel a growing strength of quiet.
A tumbling together of silences.
An intense pressure,
Squeezing the air from my ears.
My eyes fly open,
As a wild banshee roar,
Dopplers in a moment,
Then,
Stumbling,
Dissipates,
Into the background hum,
Of road and birdHow can I sleep now?