Its 4 in the morning,
the night runs still.
But under the covers,
a vibration.
A second ticks,
a neuron throbs.
my heart beats expectantly,
waiting to slow.
My legs want to spring,
My eyes want to see,
my body wants life
but I want nothing.
These stupid flashbacks,
a classmate's comments,
a chicken dinner-
all delay
the onset of a dream
Tomorrow has come
tonight still bides
the conscience shudders
before the flight of time.
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