It is night time.
My eyes crave the halo of sleep.
My mind, a stronger force keeps it captive,
It runs in miles and wanders like a paladin.
Searching for the next conquest.
It is still night time
Sleep still held captive
Mind has left my body
I can see it lying, face open.
I wave to it, for it is a common occurrence.
Night time has my being in Chaos.
A tired body,
A wandering mind.
I move through imagery planes and feel it real.
I find myself in this reality
My night time
A blessing and curse,
The law of bodily nature in chains.
Because it is night time.
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