Crushed like a fallen angel,
collared like a prodigy,
the feeling is a fallacy.
The thin line between excitement and anxiety.
Heartbeat,
flitting eyes,
the pieces sliding into place,
Like the vertebra of a massive, reptilian beast.
It manifests without reason or pattern,
lying in wait,
in normalcy.
Just a day dream.
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Insomniac's Delight
PuisiThink of it like a story that can be read in any order. Unable to sleep, the poet is transported to a land of angels and demons, and cosmic truths. On their adventure, they visit many strange places like a side walk in the middle of the night, ancie...
