The body slows automatically.
I try to rejuvenate emphatically,
standing up, I dance around,
careful not to make a sound,
my son asleep downstairs.
Sitting down it's back again,
like a firm unwelcomed friend.
Deciding to get water with ice,
I plan to chill my insides nice,
fulfill this favorite task I bear.
Late, too late, dreamings announced
along with the sand man into the dim.
- no depth, thought, no colors due
in moments I'll sleep, poetry half through -
cocooned in blankets, without a care.
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