Insomnia

The silence is like a note
Hanging in the air
Long and loud
Like a cloak, a shroud
Thick and treacle like
Dripping down the bed frame
Sticking to the creases of nakedness

The darkness is a vacuum
Solid and sliceable

Sleep
A myth

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