When my mind is
completely spent,
I find the most clarity.


Those insomniac nights
give me inspiration
unlike lucid days.


My eyes are exposed
to new understanding
even when I struggle
to keep them open.


Sometimes that shroud
of restless eyelids
provides restored perspective.


My unconsciousness takes over,
altering reality long enough
to create something
my self-awareness would never.

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