Goldbergs variations had permitted sleep And the turning in my stomach had awakened me The dim blue light through my window Had all but calmed me I would stay up late into the night Until the sun had warmed the Earth Gripping at patterns of the morning Fighting the sequences before my eyes The sun rises and my panic begins Ive spent all night sick to my stomach As if imagination were a disease Im tired, and I hope the sun burns us all The Night was complex and I could not break free its secrets I wake with the sun and Im ill with the sun
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