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rest-less-ness

My mind doesn't want to rest.
1am.
I need sleep.
But I'm plagued by the Red Dwarf and Celtic heartaches.
My mind is just plagued.
A black pestilence of groaning thought
yearning for a moment's rest.
Sadness augments as
the last drops of vino plummet
down my gullet.
Or is it just thoughtfulness,
brainstorming...
or just storms.

Whatever it is, I need some sleep.
Today was the first in a while that I felt awake.
Music ebbed and flowed through my veins
Like a quite refrain from Straussian Waltz.
I can hear the trickle of the Danube.
Peace...
And power...
On a Mark Twanian raft
Marked with distant clouds of ruminicence...
Snow drifts and thunderings.
A shivering man terrified of going back
to peace and solitude
when confronted with the prospects of a life
continually tormented by fools in scarlet hats
and dangly bells.

Enter Sandman!
Tear me away from complacent meanderings
of thought and action.
Let my motions be worth the torment
of restlessness.

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