my almost asleep consciousness
is a scary place to be…
Sleep
Last night I thought of an experimental poem….
forget sleep, we are
the unending…
I’m messed up,
I don’t deserve…
tell me everything
is going to be okay,
I believe your brain….
yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
Wake up earlier,
go to sleep at the right time…
I need to look,
to focus,
but I would need eyes…
four-fifths of my body was trapped
in the slumber burrito,
manifesting itself as a blanket,
only my left leg could move…
If you never had to sleep,
and could just do whatever you wanted,
during the hours you gained…
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