Insomnia’s Torment
More often than I should admit
I stare at darkened bedroom walls
In wonder and amazement
Where interloping moonlight falls
And so I stumble 'bout the room
And wave my arms into the night
In round circles, stretched and wide
But to obstruct that errant light
So with deft gestures, true and skilled
I trace the path from which it sprung
I capture the gaze of its source
Within my palm, beneath my thumb
And now to bed I must return
In satisfaction and avail
That I've appeased the demons
Curiosity set sail
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