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Owls on bicycles might be riding the ridge on the ceiling which, for now is nameless but has a concept that it’s escaped- for an owl somehow balances, quite  s e r e n e l y   but this isn’t sleep it’s a fragment of my brain falling off and dribbling down the p                            i                          l                            l                            o                          w into the papers to be glazed over. Insomniac lust for memory consolidation or brain function restoration (perhaps) Escape through paralysis a world you can rule without lifting a fingernail A nocturnal paradise the other side of a boundary I can’t break through.
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
The Waking Dreams Of An Insomniac
Owls on bicycles might be riding the ridge on the ceiling which, for now is nameless but has a concept that it’s escaped- for an owl somehow balances, quite  s e r e n e l y   but this isn’t sleep it’s a fragment of my brain falling off and dribbling down the p                            i                          l                            l                            o                          w into the papers to be glazed over. Insomniac lust for memory consolidation or brain function restoration (perhaps) Escape through paralysis a world you can rule without lifting a fingernail A nocturnal paradise the other side of a boundary I can’t break through.
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
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