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Cosmic Dust

As my head hit the pillow,
the cotton absorbed my thoughts.
As if my head never really hit the pillow at all.

Instead, I fell into the night sky
and danced in my imagination.

My thoughts, galaxies.
My stress, meteors to run from.

I caught Neptune in my hand,
and I stuck a straw in Saturn to sip it’s wisdom.

I ran fast into nothing
and sang so loud that the man on the moon danced along.

And when I woke I remembered nothing of my moonlit adventures.
But my legs were tired
and my breathe was short.
From a night of dreaming on my pillow.
Now covered in cosmic dust.


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