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Struggling with sleep, heavy eyelids, mind like a shutter snapping open.
I scroll the usual phone feeds,
Everyone else seems awake too,
Humanity itself tossing and turning,
On the verge of immolation, anything to sleep.
The rainforest is burning, you can one-click buy countries online,
Everyone is upset or happy or happily upset.
The search engine suggests
Democracy is a window dressing
Democracy is a gun
Democracy is a lullaby.
I must sleep. I thumb the screen to dark.
The last image in my eye
Is a heart emoji someone posted to lazily reach out, give/find comfort.
It remains an afterimage in my retina as I cradle my pillow.
A small heart, growing smaller, fading to middle distance, to dark.
I strain eyes closed tightly to see it.
I know it’s a trick of light and eyes,
But I don’t want it to go, it’s a feeling.
Please grow, please grow.
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