Never mind sleep; I wrote a poem!
The Creation Story (provisional title)
Dust in sunlight
swirling by
connecting me
with galaxies
that spin with arms
enfolding stars
that sparkle in
your velvet eyes
which gaze at me
crazing me
like cracking cups
in which I pour
the steaming chai
with milk and honey
and scent of homemade
pumpkin pie
cooling on the windowsill
in sunlit kitchen
where I see
motes of dust
in shafts of light
spinning into
galaxies
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