I awoke this morning,morning it’s  2 A .M. Wham ,bam ,slam ,this is who I am. Words swill within my brain   Like a runaway train. Am I insane ? I think not. Can I unravel as I travel ? ,as I sit here wide awake fearing that I may wake my wife and hear ” for goodness sake “. How can she understand. There’s nothing wrong, it wasn’t planned , nothing concrete springs to mind, no poem or major novel do I find, maybe I  Am going out of my mind. I will return to sleep of a kind, and wake refreshed in the morning.

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