It's an exhaustion that permeates
my attempts to clear my mind,
wrings me out like an old washcloth,
leaves me feeling almost empty.
I'm falling asleep,
and every time I shut my eyes
I lose a little bit more of myself
to the cavernous feeling
of this unfailing exhaustion
that cannot be resolved with a long nap
or a revised sleeping schedule.
but don't let me sleep.
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