Sleepless poem by Iris Carden trying to sleep wakefulness watchfulness thoughts turning burning churning sleep a distant dream what if castles in clouds unlikely futures wisps of possibility thoughts creep prevent sleep brain buzzed with fatigue thoughts go on and on and on ambling rambling shambling thoughts won’t turn off won’t stop even newborn babies know how to sleep how could I forget something so basic
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Do we stop believing in the Sandman, is that why sleep eludes us?
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Maybe that’s the problem.
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