In the smokey toasty haze of fatigue
Under a shower of warmth,
Stretched taught on the couch,
Tucked up in bed,
Teeth aching and grumpy,
Ears ringing, head singing;
Each day the gantry beams its photons at warp speed.
Nodding off in the train,
Slipped away from a meeting,
Harried by the strain.
Reading Ludlum's hero Jason Bourne
Using rest as a weapon.
I sit long on my cushion,
Enjoying rest as recreation.
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