Sleep is not always
sleep, the difference
In the way we slip
into dreams, and that
Creates a different
experience.
Sometimes one says I
cannot sleep and will
Just rest and wait for
dawn; but then one slips
Into a state of odd
impressions still.
The mind has moved
unwittingly per chance
To gain advantage over
its own lack
Of effort to lose
headway and advance.
The mirror magnifies
those things we saw
Some other time and
places them too near
For deep reflection
ever to be clear.
It is a place one
oddly wants to stay
Because it is
disconnected from the day.
KLK
3/3/20
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