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Divergent

 

Counting sheep to fall asleep,

In dismay, unable to slip away.

 

Thoughts upon gestures of

The sheep keep clambering

At slumbers bay.

 

The bleating echo’s lay

Ephemeral, yet they stay.

 

Dreamless sleep in waking day.

The inner voice ‘Not I!’,

I pray.

 

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