When sleep matters, it never comes.
Minds Race. Eyes glaze but stay wide open.
Pray for sleep and God laughs.
Perhaps to free the mind.
To slow the race.
The clock ticks. Echoing round the room.
Drop the pen.
Close the eyes.
Let Goddess, the nurturer, bring peaceful, gentle sleep.
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