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| Insomnia by � wetzelbill Piceous sounds fall down from the Night sky as I lay awake for over twenty years Counting the stars one by one Hearing over and over, Crying in the night, Same as it's always been My insomnia Is hidden by nightly daydreams that Are not differentiated, Since time is all the same to me, Day or night Doesn't matter I'm awake for both, They morph into Each other and years are months, are days, are minutes, are seconds, For all I know But not for all I care, because I wasted So many seconds into years into half a decade when I stayed, staring at the Northern Lights Aurora Dawn Over Sweetgrass hills, Over Elliot Bay, Over the Catalina Mountains, or is that sundown not sunrise? On Chief Mountain, Mount Ranier, or the desert foothills Not sure My mind is not clear, I just know I'm here and was there And was there again, not even a second ago, or was It a year in time, I couldn't say, without sleep I Can't Wake But who says you can't dream, even if your eyes never Close, but maybe for a second that becomes a minute that becomes a year, That becomes a waste of time, which smells Of Fruition Of inevitability in the end, for the ones who never sleep But hold dreams like destiny with a blink of an eye A smile in the night for those dead sounds falling and They cease To cry, I wake to cantillating birds in Sonoran luminance |
