and i can't sleep
i dreamt i wrote like michael dickman
i wrote the words and he finished them
i dreamt that this illness was worse than i'd thought
i wrote a letter to a friend who slips into life gaps
and who i think of on nights like these
when i can't sleep
i found out our geographical distance (201 miles)
two and a half days of walking
that i would gladly do right now
for the wholeness and sleep at the end
i can't sleep.
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