My eyelids are heavy Gold light on a grey world
And moist lead-lined water spills an open bedside drawer
Down my face, unforced my bedsheets crumpled
And unprovoked, from not-quite-sleeping
An expression of fatigue
The day had been long soft covers on cold feet
I don't think it was tiring restless hands grip bedsheets
And yet my thoughts are too loud
Dead limbs and dark feelings
Cold toes and slower b r e a t h i n g
Might say otherwise
When the silent night
creeps forward, a traveller
Approaching foreign lands - my thoughts never-ending
"progredior" - and then when dark is no sanctuary
I greet the stranger, nor the light kinder
open arms: Hello. revealing the truth
old friend. I close my eyes
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