I am sleepwalking
In hibernation
10 and a half months long
I've left my soul hanging on
The rack by the door,
Leaving something else to stumble around
And stub my toes on furniture.
So much of me is a seed
Waiting for spring.
But, in sleep,
Sometimes we do interesting things.
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