Sometimes,
Rarely, very rarely,
Thoughts get tired of roaming around
Cease their fluttering,
And hibernate for a while...
A variant of blankness looms large,
Interspersing itself with fragmented, pixelated vignettes with trivial lifespans,
Appearing, disappearing.
The search commences to the oft-forbidden fundamental questions of existence,
Reaching nowhere, as usual,
Left dangling halfway,
Either merging into the folds of a slumber
Or resurfacing very soon,
Only to be lost sight of,
Within the warmth of the next dawn.
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