They Arise Nocturnal by Ryan Schiff

Sleep though noise and the rush.
Sleep not, will the gooey thoughts,
Sticking like old duskydust.

Questions arise, there in the drift
Phantasmagorical expanse of neithersleepnorwaking space
The notquitedreaming notquitewaking notquitethinking center space

Thoughts are suppressed,
Repressed to there,
From there,
They arise nocturnal.