A poem.
So close to midnight,the stars are aligned and moonlight pours through the windowpane.
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To sleep and to dream,to live in that world beyond — to retreat, to sneakaway to that fantasy,that…
In the midst of sleepI think I hear the soundof schoolchildren playingit comes back and…
When I go to bed at night it’s like a bad acrobatic act in a cheap circus.
Primp and prep and sprayLavender to melt the day awayPins and needles poke me as I lay in bedAwake.