sleep would devour


i managed to escape you last night

my brain, on fire with ideas

swimming in the electric glow of its own freedom

though you tried

you did not pull me into your dark little cage

to poke and prod me

with insidious dreams

of caustic hope

burning me with thoughts of better times, long past

and vain imaginations of those yet to come

it is my habit to succumb to the tease

until morning’s light reveals her bitter truth

but not last night…

not last night

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