Run, Pace, Steady Somnambulist

My mother
told me once,
stop thinking,
so I tried to keep

my head underneath
laterigrade dampers,
where the conscious-
ness runs on vexation,
streamed distress

steaming with anxious
remembrances, where
then the recurrence
and the emotional

numbness didn’t end,
the current pulse of
overload never ceased,

and the insomnia mechanized
me into maniacal somnambulist.

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