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I've noticed just how much of our talking waits until bedtime - as if until then we have lacked permission to pause until we've undressed and bundled ourselves into our duvet time-capsules. Alas, it’s then when the competing urgency of sleep rises and meets our log-jammed thoughts it’s then when our fight fades, when our wide meander sprawls, exhausted of its pungency And its then when our ability to cement thoughts cracks in the face of creeping sleep rerunning its classic dreams and rebuilding forgotten worlds that we’re fated to later abandon in the shudder of dawn, and the demands of a new day. And so, we delay any conscious introspection and leave our contemplations to our advancing Sandman as we slumber and sleepwalk in his wake.
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
Bedtime
I've noticed just how much of our talking waits until bedtime - as if until then we have lacked permission to pause until we've undressed and bundled ourselves into our duvet time-capsules. Alas, it’s then when the competing urgency of sleep rises and meets our log-jammed thoughts it’s then when our fight fades, when our wide meander sprawls, exhausted of its pungency And its then when our ability to cement thoughts cracks in the face of creeping sleep rerunning its classic dreams and rebuilding forgotten worlds that we’re fated to later abandon in the shudder of dawn, and the demands of a new day. And so, we delay any conscious introspection and leave our contemplations to our advancing Sandman as we slumber and sleepwalk in his wake.
It's like our useful thoughts wait until we're unable to listen.
stevejeff
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
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