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Poem

I’d Sleep

° I’d Sleep
(and not just ’cause it’s sweet...)

But maybe I could slip away...
                 From this harsh loneliness...
But more than anything, from thought!
                  Yes!
Thought waves its hand before my face
              while violating my pure and peaceful space.
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              My head pounds hard in aggravation,
From all this conceptualization

Of silence supreme...

  Between
                  me
                                    and
                                                  “problems...”

            Patience was lost long ago...

          And all I have is longing, I suppose...
     ...for a little nap, I’m dying to doze!!!                 ∆

“Dying to Doze,
        Or his girl, Miss Hurts Till Her Eyes Close”
....
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              But silent, I go soft and slow...
 ...Till I lose myself in clouds and morning glow...

Beautifully, I’d disappear...
    For one night at least, away from here!

     And it hurts, and still I try...
     And I struggle,
                        bound
                                    round and round,
     To control the smallest spin...
                This sphere divine of pain I’m in!
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                           Poetry-Poetry
         My heart is made
                               of
                                       stationery...

                                   Pink flower, softening me,
         I watch the clouds, all tearfully... ;/

I see the heavens crying too.
                     And see my heart get soaked right through.

And so the fire is stilled...
           And in Silence, it is kindled.