This is the same room, yet

This is the same room, yet
every thing looks different
when it’s view’d through weary
eyes; It’s familiar and
peculiar to me now.

This unreality,
known to me only be
cause this instance is sim
ply one of many. Tasks
tessellate across my
desk, underneath my fogs.

Caffeine affords no rest
ing place, coughs in my chest
and a flem in my throat
will not let me forget this.
I had all the sleep, but
none of the dreams were mine.

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