Insomniac Interlude

Been a year maybe, since this started; since the wheels of divorce started turning,

Middle of the night, dreams wake me, clock stares back at me, words pour out.

In my mind churning, this and that in flux, uncertain, unsettled.

Mine to manage, improve, solve.

What to do, say? Anyway, plenty of time to manage, rectify, sanctify,

Sleep now the preference, how I’ll reference my readiness, ready to go when the sun comes up, to make it good.

Written: 02:18am

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