God grants sleep to those whom He loves

01:34
Crackle and whistle
the springs of a bed
disillusioned by the sleeplessness of its occupant
holding up only reels of rattling thought,
searching for darkness and rest

03:55
I take a warm glass of heavy leaded water.
A well placed bang to the skull
invites no relief.
Even the night wind
can sleep in its unconscious movement
its restless slumber reminding me
only of the purpose of this darkness now

05:42
The sun is unforgiving of those
who fail to make use of its short absence.
My eyelids gather the young light of dawn
and press their red blaze
into my eyes

06:21
Time becomes meaningless
in the morning hours,
only a measure of what is already lost

06:55
And yet
five minutes
before the alarm
is set to sound,
I find myself
drifting
off

07:00
Shit.