There is a part of me that wants to splash
Someone else's thoughts
Across
The
Page.
My will is lacking the iron to
Carve quality from chunks of
Mediocrity.
Mostly it's just rust and metal slivers.
Perhaps I sleep so poorly
Because my dream self remembers
Sleeping as a newborn
Eyes
Shut
Asleep
And sleeping well now would be plagiarism.
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