You are Getting Sleepy

We are without voices
Warm lips flowing
Silent testimony
Throughout
A history barely begun
Stretching to nowhere
Burning pages
Instead of reading books
Like we are already
Held fast in the winter
Of nuclear fall-out
As if we
Stumbled over a truth
We couldn't afford

Or maybe
A collective conscious
Already understands
And it is those of us
Still talking
Who are dense
And unable
To absorb these
Bathroom stall philosophies
This midnight stroke
The simple truth
Of terminal affliction

The whispers
Just an annoyance
A useless reminder
Of what might have been