I thought I already knew about insomnia..., by Don Mager I thought I already knew about insomnia, /
All its abysses and trails, /
But this is like clattering horses /
Under a trumpet’s wild shriek. /
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I thought I knew all the paths..., by Donald Michael Thomas I thought I knew all the paths /
And precipices of insomnia, /
But this is a trumpet-blast /
And like a charge of cavalry. /
I enter an empty ...