insomnia

crashing back into consciousness like falling through a glass roof, landing awake, on my back, tensed up. the rain lashes against the window.

strange dreams of cylinders on a conveyor belt, of amorphous shapes like microbes under a microscope. no comfort, no rest, no peace.

wrap me in midnight velvet, studded with diamond stars. hold me in uncaring arms & let me sink into a dream of futures past.

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