Solace in the city

I cannot bear the silence. Forever awaiting the unperturbed to rustle or bump me from my slumber, in the dead of night or lonely day.

Settle me in city streets where sirens sound their sordid tones to rob you of your R.E.M. and riddle you with dreams,

but I, with eyes closed all the while, will smile and sleep among the keeps that house the rare-outnumbered.