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By John I. Blair

Some nights when I bolt awake
Iím grateful Iíve stopped sleeping;
Sometimes I wish Iíd stayed asleep.

Sleep betrays both boons and banes:
Dreamy trysts down dusky trails
Or creepy sights and messy frights.

I take it Iíve no choice in this;
Almost as soon as eyelids drop
Iím off along unguarded paths
Inside my brain, replete with pleasure,

Pain and jolting details,
Proof I guess my mind insists
It holds more to contemplate
Than my mundane days.

©2012 John I. Blair

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