I flow round sleep
like icy water running
over a jagged dark stone
filling every irregular curve
feeling a familiar shape
intimate as a lover
but never reaching
the insides of it
only crashing over
and scattering high
my noisy white spray.
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I hear rhythmic splashes.
To the beach we go!
Enjoy the surf...
insomnia is brutal...
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