Caveat: Poem #3167 “Falling asleep, and then”

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Those hypnagogic moments when
the brain zaps flourish: not quite "zen"...
I jolt awake, as if the gods
had poked at me with cattle prods.

– a quatrain in iambic tetrameter.


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