Surfing on a nighttime tide
on metaphorical
and virtual seas
a venomous kiss
one that'd melt me into my bed
in orbital alignments of yawns
and doozy blinks
slowed breathing
cooling heartbeats
to be set ablaze
on a cotton pyre
of dreamless sleep
for, sleepless dreams,
are the makings of my day
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