It has come to the end of the night
and I am tired, but not overly.
Some progress today, but overall
there is some deeper disturbance.
The goldfish finning up silt
with its tail, darkening the bowl.
How can I sleep when dreams
are shaped in such a foul haze?
And if I stay up, I cheat sleep,
and no reassurance of solving this.
So I swim and swim and swim
about clouding my dazed night,
giving body to my doubts.
Poet’s Notes ####
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