I do my best thinking at night.  When my body is exhausted and melting into my cotton sheets, my mind is racing, sprinting from one subject to the next. They each demand my full attention, the next never allowing the previous to get past its first sentence.  The result is unfinished poems, half assed plans, improper to-do's.  One tosses the baton to another.  And go.  

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