The night passes
in flickering light
and tangled lashes
over open eyes
the geography
of ceiling patterns
as the moon travels
And my body
refuses rest
rejects all dreams
and rebels against sense
while the mind
seeks oblivion
and silence

The hours come witching
and dawning
and breaking
as I measure
each moment
in heartbeats
and breaths

And sleep awaits
another night
another chance

As the hours
turn sepia
and time loops…