Frosty-haired sleepy one, trying
Hard to keep both eyes
Open but still
Anxious to see
The next poem
Leap from out of the thick
Underbrush of a seemingly
Endless peripatetic mind,
I cannot but feel how
Many uncharted miles
You must have covered before
Discovering you had a driving need
To fall asleep less, too.
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