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I am trying.
To quiet a mind that won’t rest.
I lay quietly in the dark,
Surround myself with softness –
With warmth.

Small creature comforts.
Yet every moment of my days
Spins out of my head.
Writhing long tangled tangents

Thoughts curled into my hair,
A Medusa of intellect.
The peace of being a statue alluring.
Reverse metamorphoses.

I lay still and quiet,
My mind screams.
A swirling whirlpool, undertow
Beneath serene seas.

Sleep evades me.