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Insomnia Brings Sleep

Insomnia brings sleep

I lie awake in my pad of insecurity
and dreamless tides,
listening to calm interpretations
of my restless state
as plastic Angels
pity me.
 
All around, the dark
endless in its smooth cover
hides all
and the silence speaks
to weary men.
Crystal confusions,
Jazz mantras,
all words to experience
with clutched open fist
the raw new story.
 
Ancient wars breed anew
the crimes of the lost and pitied genius,
and primal brute magic, contented
passes a fragrant smile
to lips, that breathe
immortal live lives
on endless,
placid shores of Ecstasy.

© PG Allen
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