Sleepless fool
Blinks to the edge of fall
To the last rites of a peace
All wars prostrate to.
Sleepless is a sentence
A mile of conscious emotions
Making you weary
And needing the beauty
Of the armistice of self
And selfless, the mutiny
Of the pineal gland,
To make reason deficient
Of her essence. Sleep,
The key to a heartbeat
Slower than time, slower
Than your rapid eye,
Slower than the lullaby
Of fatigue, slower
Than lash-blink, yet faster
Than a perfect junction
Between three points,
Light, darkness and
Once again light.