Poem by William Curtis of on the topic I gave him Рinsomnia


never moreWilliamCurtis
the eyes to close,
for sleepings such a bore.

but oh my god
the body heaves
and breathes upon deaths door.
let me rest
and dream a bit,
for this is getting thick.

stress the concept of
my leisure, vigilant
its rights. gnawing on the
goal of pleasure
what is true cant be defined.
worlds dissolved in present moment
colors of my mind.
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