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Ruminators Lullaby
My brain is too restless to slumber.
The swells and the waves crash like thunder.
To the foot of my bed and back to my head
rewinds the day then fast forwards.
If I could calm this noisy annoyance,
stop the obsessive clairvoyance.
There's nothing ahead
that I need to dread
but the mindful work of avoidance.
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