Burning midnight oil
unable to sleep
my thoughts churn
in vacuum of mind.

They beg
pounding cross membranes
wanting to be scribed.
They echo in breath calling
till I sit and begin to write.

Surrender I must,
as words become key to open heart.
I write so perhaps
soon I could sleep.
And dream in hopes
that morning light
will find them a new place    
behind someone else's eyes.


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