When sleep eludes, the mind it moves
Cruising up and around the room
Thoughts dancing seductively on ceiling tiles
Wooing that whirling matter
Cooing to calm and tire
No rest to be found
Just around and around
Curling into wisps of smoke
And outside skies that have come in
Stars twinkling at an arms distance
As the man in the moon serenades
And the fronds play the breeze
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