Liz cannot understand how it is possible that i am not awake
and yet functioning
while she cannot function when she is
awake...
i don't know the formula for this,
but i do know that the time
for morning has come far too often of late
without any readiness
on my part
regardless of quantity
of sleep...
a fog
a lassitude
a sorrow,
i find i am excited by life,
but enamored by
sleep
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