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Sleepwalking
a half-hearted version of me
emerges perpetually
into this long and winding corridor
through a deadbolt-laden heavy door
sleepwalking on the concrete
as i pass others so replete
with vigor and knowledge they've reaped
feeling very much in too deep
in this wishing well of dreams
perhaps more turbulent than is reality
when the only abnormality
would be if i thought it sanity
like a teacher teaching
or a pastor preaching
