Night Naughts

‘You ought to be sleeping,’ my muse says. ‘Not reading the news.
That abets your insomnia and lets your tired dendrites confuse
your immortal whatever with a raft load of facts you can’t use
and the futile illusion that you could fall asleep if you choose.’

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