Gravel

We try to sleep off our daydreams.
It is when dreams come and we try
To sleep over dreams as in the night.
We doze off on train seat, eyes shut.
The train sleeps its eyes wide open.

Its sleep sounds come from its underside
With tiny gravel stones hitting the night.
They are its shattered dreams about hills.

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