Nightcap

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My head swells with running water,
burst veins and stained glass.

Thoughts congeal
to an herbaceous mass in the center.

There’s a side door
through which I can enter

and nestle comfortably
in the aromatic compactness,

cast off wakefulness
and slip into a dream.

-r. miller

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