Contently sleepless
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    The clock,
    ingrained in my mind,
    has seared itself onto your seat.
    I have gazed at it
    these past two hours
    as I have tried in vain
    to fall asleep

    Those red numbers
    have bored their way
    through the humors of my eyes;
    abused their welcome,
    befriended my rods.

    Originally a reflexive cerebral action,
    the mere mention of you
    now refuses to submit
    to the normal processes
    of my thoughts.

    Instead, I am vegetative;
    thoughts with runners.
    What was an idle musing
    now pervades my mind,
    recalling and re-presenting
    the recent past,
    requesting review.
    So I shall allow
    the clock and my eyes
    their midnight rendezvous.

    For now I shall peruse
    the library of our past
    to pass the time
    and quench my thirst;
    I’ll spend a while
    reminiscing and reliving.

    I had gifted you my dreams
    but you took my sleep instead.

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