When sleep eludes me
And I'm up late
I dream and write
On my electric slate.
My fingers slide
Over keys so fast
Writing thoughts
Of an endless task.
What will they read?
What should I say?
Will they come back?
Will they stay away?
Is this title good?
Is the print too loud?
Will they boo and hiss?
Will they write, Oh Wow?
Is this too long?
Is my poem complete?
Should I add more?
Or just hit delete?


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