Silken cotton gray falls over my eyes
as I walk, lead footed (more like a trudge),
knowing I've got to keep on, there's nothing for it,
black endless cups of hot coffee push nothing back
because it's soaked through and through
A night's rest? Yes, please.
I want the stars to dance across my eyelids,
geometric rainbows lulling me into deep sleep
that I'll slip out of only when I'm ready to surface.
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