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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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