Town Halls

Sometimes you awake at 2AM,
Dark in the morning, eyes wide,
And you wrestle with sleep, which
Evades you like Jigoro Kano, your foe
Only an empty jacket. So, defeated,
You read, look at the news, and worry and put it down.
You replay the day, and in your review
You editorialize, speaking more eloquently,
Offering succinct arguments, biting riposte,
Where before you fumbled, or demurred. This
Goes on and on, until suddenly, you yawn.
Release, a way back comes, but just
As your eyelids again weigh heavily,
And dream ushers you away,
Your alarm sounds with the revulsion,
Of a now ill-rested dawn.

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