A Poem About Accidentally Taking Night Meds in the Morning

Is it time to sleep? No. Mind sleep? No. Body sleep? No. Fog replace thought. Fog moves with precise strategy. We are supposed to work together, these chemicals and I have been training, but tonight today this morning— sleep talking, sleep walking, we aren’t working together. I have made a mistake.

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