The moon, a silent voyeur in the pane,
Watches my stillness yet I writhe in vain.
A paradox unfolds, a weary plight,
Engaged in slumber yet devoid of night.
My body lies, a landscape soft and deep,
Where breath still stirs and secrets softly sleep.
But in the skull, a restless buzzing hive,
Where thoughts like frantic insects stay alive.
I chase the...
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