Insomnia

I lay down to rest and
simultaneous images of
simultaneous happenings
flood behind my eyelids
as I lean one arm over
my bed cause I can't sleep.

I'm writing.

Sleep has to sneak
by the words.
Naps are best.
The words are resting.

Darkness hits and the words begin nesting in my brain, in
my heart. Running so fast I don't know where to start. Will I
remember these gems of wisdom in the morning?

No. Can I rest now? No... guess I'll keep writing.

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