in the quiet of night,
its grip tightening as I lie awake.
But then it slips away—
as I make the bed, sweep the floors,
set the table, tend to it all.
Fear and I, how I wish
we could rest side by side,
together, in stillness.
But alas, only one of us
can rest at a time. While the other
is at work, busy the whole time.
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