every night the neighbor drops
something the same something
i assume it is his phone but
sometimes in the middle of
sleepless nights i wait to
hear it fall to know i am not
sleeping seconds tick by in
strange dilation when the world
outside is silent the tocks
do not seem to equal the ticks
eventually as i enter a half sleep
where the world is unsubstantiated
just a collection of rumors
about to fall into hypnos’ arms
that fucking thing falls dully
bringing me back to a state of
half death at the brink of dream