We take our weary selves to bed each night
reliving in our minds events that took us
through a well-lived day, a diurnal review
accounting that either gives us comfort or
pause for second thought yet before that
second thought emerges from a brain drowsy
with oncoming sleep we succumb and it is
no more. Unless deep in sleep the life that
was set aside in favour of renewal brought
us to the stage of ongoing events occurring
to someone who resembles ourselves, even
surrounded by familiar environments set to
enact yet another scene of an ongoing drama
not quite our own even in its familiarity for
the cast though resembling us is different. It
is that same brain diligently working overtime
to entertain and bemuse us promising if we
sleep well yet another installment of life will
appear, unaccountable and mysterious, not ours.
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