Restless | Poem

When I lay down to sleep
Is
When all the thoughts peek out
They flinch when I do
Tip toeing to the bed’s edge
Static whispers
So big I can see whole worlds
On the underside of the waves
Dream they tell me
Feel they tell me
Write they tell me

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Restless | Poem

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