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My Pillow Must be Magic
The conversion of Brain Fog into Rumination
As the day draws to an end and the sun slips below the horizon
My body responds in kind
Muscles ache
Joints scrape
The weariness in my bones sings out a not-so-gentle reminder that I am in need of rest
The cognitive process of generating linear thoughts buckles under the weight of another day's worth of worry
Leaving me to fumble amongst the incoherence
Broken notions are sharp and jagged, scattered across the landscape of my mind
I drag myself to bed and long for the swift arrival of sweet, sweet slumber
Instead, a transformation occurs between the bed sheets
Incoherence becomes pristine clarity
Shattered thoughts, previously scattered, align and synthesize
Each broken notion is suddenly a fully-formed world of its own
And all of them demand my immediate attention
They swirl incessantly, a grand calliope of words
To attempt to follow just one as it unfolds is futile
The more they expand, the more they are intertwined
Leaving me to backtrack through one concept so that I can wade through the intricacies of another, keeping in mind, all the while, the interrelatedness between the second idea and the…
