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From slumber weary I awoke,
no comfort calling, no kindness spoke.
Only night returned my gaze,
all empty skies and gloomy haze.
Be still heart, dark stay your hand,
for I'm no stranger to this land.
This dreamscape I have walked, and walked, before,
futilely searching for sleep’s door.
Still, thoughts tugged upon my mind,
the nagging, gnawing, loitering kind.
Did some call awaken me,
or something I was meant to see?
No reason answered,
No revelation dawned,
Then chased by sun, the night was gone.
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Christopher Zachary
Nuclear physicist by training, genetic analyst by practice, writer, book lover, and anachronism at heart.
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Captivating.