Stopping to inhale,
Pulsing subsides
Timelessly fighting,
Frightening lightning,
Spilling sparks on pavement
Fresh to the touch,
But not quite inviting
Sleep finds my eyes,
And stops mysterious cries
Peace at night,
Speaks of rest
Morning brings Strayness
And rest for the restful
Depart I shall not
“Swept away,” I thought
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