I can sense its shadow from beneath the door,
long and dark, sneaking inside; it’s almost four
My circadian rhythm has turned upside down
I feel alert enough to juggle balls like a clown
In an effort, to make it all effortless this time
I drop my vigil and listen to the wind chime
Having waited both patiently and petulantly
I prayed for the weight to win over me gently
And push me to the other side of the border
where I can surrender to a sweet slumber ... zzz
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