I will lull myself into a peaceful rest with my words,
As a mother reads a child to sleep, so I shall write myself into tranquility.
I can’t sleep, but my mind can find refuge
In the soothing sound of the “s”
And the enveloping warmth of the “w.”
I will wash my tired nerves in deep memories
Laced in lead letters.
And if not physically retiring to sleep,
I shall escape into the dreamlike caverns of my mind.
Awake in a dreamland.
Blanketed in the glowing diaphanous world
of my internal comforts.
Eyes open, seeing elsewhere.
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