by Rachel Hoyt
image by 2nix via freedigitalphotos.net
Lucidity uncorks my mind,
right when I want to unwind,
just as stresses cease to be,
and, for a moment, I float free.
Then my tormentors appear,
as blank faces or ones held dear,
surrounded by strange scenery,
things I feel but can't quite see.
Once awake, I know the gist,
my gears feel oiled, begin to twist,
form answers where light seemed expired,
to all except why I'm still tired.
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shows it's truly not as deep
and that it means that that brain can
solve problems outside its span.