My head is fuzzy
Thinking through wet cotton

5:22 in the morning
Sunrise coming

Duplicitis calm
Enveloping me

A misleading
Witching hour

I cling to the last
Of the quiet night

Slumber calls to me
A hushed demanding

I close my eyes
Feel the weight
Of this eclipse

Only to open them
So that I may
In this blind silence

I let the nightfall
Gently kiss my lips
I let the silence
Caress me

The stars blanket me
I wrap them around me
They soothe me

Somewhere between
Dreams and reality
I inhale
Breath deeply
Taste all the possibilities

Insomnia has teeth
When the mirror reflects
Your face

But in the silence
When nothing exists
Except for you

There is peace

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