no sleep last night,
none at all.
each glance at the clock
was another hour
gone
by(e).
I saw the sun
set, rise
meaningless.
and today is timeless,
yesterday and tomorrow,
all hours
and none.
the haze and faint rain
of abstract time.
I never stopped
writing
thinking
being
alive
awake.
people speak
but it isn't real,
they're all in a dream
while I remain
awake
aware
drifting.
no rest,
weary?
too much left
to finish
to sleep
any more.
… hell.

TMK 17aug2007