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BROKEN SLEEP
At midnight, I'm still awake,
waiting on sleep’s blurred
hypnagogic state,
a fleeting mirage like journey
crossing at nightfall.
I stretch to cut the bed diagonally,
her legs retract unconscious
beneath her folded sleeping body.
A knot of blue sky fills my gut,
a worryglow from earlier, flittering
like a young fish
I sit up, anchored at the bed’s edge,
...Thursday 30th May 2024 8:10 pm
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