Just some more free verse that popped into my head. I think there is something for the sake of art in leaving something as it is etherically 'given' now and then....

Only my pillow knows

Where my mind goes

As I close my eyes

When I wake up

It says Nothing

Look as it lies there

Smug and Plump

It also knows

Where your head goes

When it's not next 

To mine

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