Poets Don't Sleep

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Poets don't sleep
they do research, with eyes closed
minds open wide, they tiptoe
through synaptic creaks and groans

sifting through impulse and why
why not?
electricity, simplicity
alive, are we? asleep
no never!

let those poets dream
and snooze, blink and sort
through millions of blasts
of memories past
for something worth writing about
no doubt, it will be deep

sleep a poet's sleep-
dream and wade, wander
and glean
and claim your poem, in the morning