My bed is the rough water of worry
I try not to just know but to feel my breathing
like fine flour in my hands
I try to achieve neutral bouyancy
far downward enough not to feel the turbulent seas above
but all I can see is stop-motion waves
I push and pull
a top-heavy undertow
and I wonder
Can one go mad in one's sleep?
This has been in my head for
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