sylvia’s oven timer

i face the wall
then the bookshelf
back to the wall
back to the bookshelf
then the ceiling
i can go days
upon days
without getting
any actual rest
chewing over
anxieties as ryo
plays mellow dream
unable to shut off
the torrent of
turbulent thoughts
i dont feel tired
sure, my eyes are
a little scratchy
my reflexes feel
a bit sluggish
but my mind
is stuck on overdrive
my body shivers
and the ceiling
doesnt fucking speak
so i face the wall
then the book shelf
back to the wall
back to the shelf
ignoring the ceiling
overfed on secrets
unresponsive to pleas
take a walk
drink some water
try it all again
whisper my love
into the pillow
ignore the urge
to toss then to turn
nothing awaits in my
desperate motions
a perpetually sleepless
notion machine
spinning like the corpse
of creativity at a
gathering of poets
madness ringing out
the timer sounding
on sylvia’s oven
echoing off the wall
to the bookshelf
off of the wall
then the bookshelf
finally absorbed
by the bastard ceiling

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