Sleep
A soft dark
Keeps me trapped,
Furled in silky tendrils
That hold close
The binding night.
Behind shutters
A mouse runs free,
Chased by
Trails of light.
Scamper, skitter!
Damaged thoughts
Now woven young and slight.
Colored sweetly
To destract
From the yaw
Of dawn's delight.
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