Awake and ready to rumble
A mind jumbled with fleeting thoughts
Flights of fancy and the must-be-dones
I close my eyes and seek the stillness
Itself fleeting between the twilight of night into day
Books and bottles – water, tea, and wine
Half full, half empty, waiting to be drunk
As thoughts congeal, digest, and bear fruit.
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