In the stillest hour between
Night and day
You lie awake
Paralyzed with fear and regret
The world is negative
If only you could sleep
You have so much work to do tomorrow
An hour of neurotic images flicker before
Your mind’s eye and you realize
Sleep is a luxury in a doomed economy

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