Diurnal Panic
These images afore my slumbering eyes,
the whimsical, nonsense scenes
quickly morph into the
two headed demon
that hastens the pulse
and terrorizes the soul.
Even when awake,
I cannot shake
the panic instilled.
So I lay awake
counting the stars
in my head.
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