i should
sleep
or at least
lay still
with my eyes
closed as
impossibilities
flash unbidden
fake it until
enough time
passes to
rinse and
repeat
my way
through
another day

each night
i spin myself
a sheet cocoon
liquefy
myself into
a dreamslurry
of enforced
metamorphosis
only to
struggle free
of my bonds
somehow lesser
in a more
mutated form
at three am
whispering
i love you
into the vast
network that
connects the
insomnial hearts
of dead end dreamers

declarations
take on
a plaintive
haunted tone
as they
echo in the
brittle night
to drift
hollow notes
resonating a
dull thrombosis in
the spaces between