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 Sleep is a mixed bag, what with headlightless  dirt bikes doing wheelies at 4am upn down the neighborhood 

Breaking the monotony of gunfire, gunfire, more funtire 

After stepping in dogshit, I awaken 12 hours later to a dog shitting near my bed under the redwood, with me in bed 

Some semblances of silence assuredly assimilate my unsanctimonious nest 

Screeching hawk runs from the crowboys harried in the fearless canopy, thud drops the rat a mere ten feet from my bed unpeopled 

It all happened just like that, first& forestmostly unimportant