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Ruminators Lullaby

My brain is too restless to slumber.

The swells and the waves crash like thunder.

To the foot of my bed and back to my head

rewinds the day then fast forwards.

If I could calm this noisy annoyance,

stop the obsessive clairvoyance.

There's nothing ahead

that I need to dread

but the mindful work of avoidance.

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