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Sleepless

I'm not up to walking this morning.

Last night I lay, relaxing each muscle in turn

Beginning with my toes,

Then up and up

To my knotted neck.

 

When I opened one eye

In a reverse blink,

My clock gleamed 2:43 in red.

 

Random memories streamed.

Successes, embarrassments,

Conflicts,

What I should have said,

In a calendar-blind soap opera.

 

Finally, I turned off my mental TV

And just lie there.

How long?

Staring at the back of my eyelids.

 

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