Escapril: Start With a Time of Day

1am.
Awake.
Trying to sleep.
Still awake.
What’s that sound?
Oh it’s my heart.
2am.
Where will I go?
What is my life?
Still up.
It’s so hot.
No, it’s so cold.
3am.
Sleep?
What is sleep?
I guess I’ll write a poem,
as I often do
at night.

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