Sleep, recently,
has been like
scrabbling in a cave –
grabbing at the waists
and swatting asses
of small misbehaving
demons – scrawny
gremlins, proto-ogres –
stealing when I can
into a murky corner
to inhale its heavy mist –
to lose resistant bits
of consciousness –
until I’m kicked again into
a shallower cognition
by some final squiggling
green-eyed sprite –
whose tiny
sharp repeating bite
informs me
I am done with night.
has been like
scrabbling in a cave –
grabbing at the waists
and swatting asses
of small misbehaving
demons – scrawny
gremlins, proto-ogres –
stealing when I can
into a murky corner
to inhale its heavy mist –
to lose resistant bits
of consciousness –
until I’m kicked again into
a shallower cognition
by some final squiggling
green-eyed sprite –
whose tiny
sharp repeating bite
informs me
I am done with night.
.
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