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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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        I hear the bed prowling

        stalking me

        sneaking closer

        hunting

 

        it's scouts

        first heralds of sleep

        cajole gently my eyes

        hum to my ears

        a wordless lullaby

 

        clock allies with it

        ticking gets softer

        changes to the metronome of my body

        tries to fade away

 

        I can still rise my fingers

        my wit cuts words to the screen

        increased gravity

        does not glue my legs to the chair

 

        I am my own master

      yet

 

        but I can see the misty lines of the puppet master

        wings of the slumber deeper than daydreams

        footsteps to the center of my bedroom

        I can hear the whisper of mythical creatures

        feel the softness

 

        and with a smile

        I let myself go

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