Just Beneath

I'm a night owl by nature, so my mind often won't shut down after my head hits the pillow. Most of the time, I just get flashes of stuff I need to do, like taking out the garbage or pulling weeds; however, a couple nights ago, the words "just beneath" and the first line of a poem picked at my brain until my lazy butt turned on the light and picked up a pen. The result was the following poem.

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