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Napping
Is it self-aggrandizing to want to sleep,
alone in the vagaries of my thought?
Or is it a tiny rash of self-loathing
to try to sleep my baffled mind away?
Thunderclouds recede to open
the sunset to us. And the moon rises,
nearly whole, less like us than even we
know. The rigorous fantasy of half-dreams.
Todd Young