Insomniac Poetry

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MY POETRY

Polaroid

Self indulgent squalor Cobbled out of dreams. Moving up, breathing out. An agoraphobic fugue state. Motion, Commotion, A slice of months at glance. The slate will empty once again. When air and time return. For now, In a flash, in a pocket out of pockets Standstills and stagnation lie Captured. Living Polaroids.