star trek lullabye: insomnia voyages rock the cradle good night (40 words)
poetry in the middle of the night is a kind of hand cranked can opener
carving space between the worlds, a star gazer's delight
floating here between star bright wind brief
the stellar wind rocks the cradle of me good night
This rings familiar as just last night, in the middle of it, I was up with poetry in my mind that I had to write down... carving space between the worlds... and only after could I sleep.
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