Sleepless Thought

Sleepless Thought
by R.E. Ford
All bravery while array at 2 a.m.
I danced with July nights and gloomed
so vagrantly adept in realism
All longing quite contrite to my fellowship
Diversity dined with those ripe hours
When dismissing my vision of neglect
I wondered far from truth’s hold in
everything that pained my ear in sound
Here lies my name writ in turmoil
Disavowed from myths and grandiose
Encounters while 3 a.m. came knocking
And my night vision became precise

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