Imagine sleeping beauty, asleep on her feet 

Walking in a place where sleep and waking meet 

Imagine a peregrine sent to rescue a dove 

A tour of duty from the falconer’s glove 


Who would take the stairs 

When everything’s a race 

Who would find the attic room 

Full of light and grace 

Who would cross the oceans 

While sitting in their seat 

Who could ever sleep 

At thirty thousand feet?

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