Somnabolist
sometimes the days are filled with the reverie
of things that never transpired
if only in the realms of imagination
the scenarios of full life experiences
reeled off in a neural bank
through the most anfractuous
of storylines
some play out like the sweetest fruit
while others seem to drift in the deep current
yes
the summer days of leisure
the eyelashes of an elephant
the joy of pure laughter
the first moment you talked with your ears
sometimes you need the nights filled with sleep
to regain the steeping thoughts of the day
and purify them into pool of drool on your pillow
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