4 a.m.

by Pamela Newham

Who is she the sleeping me?
I, the conscious one,
covet her oblivious state
where residue of the day
translates into fantasy
where visions swirl and shift
while my obstinate brain
is tormented by the ordinary
and I keep my eyes from
the relentless clock
sole witness to the awake me.

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