• Sleep. It eludes me, running cycles in my mind of past days.

      All or nothing.

      Sleep. Dreams manage reality, compartmentalize the trauma into boxes fragments of time too much to bear alone.

      Reorganize the structure.

      • I will play a harp and recite beautiful poetry while I coo you to sleep…

        :)))

        I like the voice of this piece…

        The alternating sentence lengths give both a human and mechanical feel…

        Like we are machine like and can perhaps even fix ourselves…

        Very nicely done…

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