sleepless
Sleep when groped
will sluice through your fingers
like mercury
you stare raggedly
around you
willing the parts
to come together
you can not round them up
for the lack of what you have
and as the vibrations still
they drift toward each other
like magnets in a dish
becoming one
becoming whole
and through the bloodshot
you see it
benignly waiting
your arm flies out
fingers like claws
the hunger for sleep
gnawing and corrosive
down comes your palm
so sure you have it
so sure you finally have it
clenching it smugly
til deflated
defeated
you watch it pour through your fingers
like sand through a sieve
and another analogy is born
for the coming hours
sleepless.
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