One AM, and with pen in hand

I stare thousands of miles

Beyond the flickering

Flames on the logs

As the old fan

Drones on

And on

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Two AM, the flames crackle

And resolve stirs, but my

Stream of thought

Has condensed

To sweat on

My brow

zzz

Three AM, I am lost in limbo

Yet I will not go to bed

Perhaps morning

Light will…

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