when sleep finds
the corners of my eyes
i know that it is in
my veins,
flowing behind my retinas
and in my fingertips.
in the strands of my hair
and in the heels of my feet.
when sleep finds the corners
of my eyes it comes
to me in a flash
and i am jolted awake-
fly to the light
and let every word
of you flow,
pour from my
mouth.
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