Feeling Nocturnal
In the mood to sleep
waddles of filthy people
by means of burrows
ahead of time for the swap
reeking with confusion
their legs move at a snail's pace
planned in a fairly haphazard way
the spine-tingling apex
will soon be within reach
a sludge of a grasp of the matter
Written: April 30, 2022
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