Tuesday, 5 February 2013

 Awake sleep

insomnia

the quiet of the night, deepest

slumber denied

but still I dream

but the dream
becomes
words
in sequence
like passing seconds
that mark my



solitude


the veil, dark, covers the land
the wind, strong scours the trees
the sleep that evades me
the day that starts before
the others even waken


and after so many years
after so many meetings
in front of this screen
my lack of sleep is
not a lack of rest
but a nap, waiting to happen
and waiting is what insomnia
teaches

 

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