Have you ever been so tired
that information presents itself
into your brain
as frozen fractals
pictures of each possibility
spinning around you?
I must apologize if you know what I'm talking about--maybe it will end tomorrow for you too.
YOU ARE READING
Unkempt Poetry
PuisiRandom poems, some old, some new. I try to date them, if I know when I wrote them. Leave a comment if you enjoy them!
