Sleep eludes me
ducks into a closet
filled with yesterday's dreams
One by one I dust them off
and stack them on the shelf
"That's impossible,
You're too old for that,
Not good enough for this.
Don't bother with them anymore."
Shall I let them sleep
Leave them for buzzard food?
Maybe it would be better
to give them to the One
who turned the water into wine.
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