Sunday, 19 February 2012


All through the night
I twist and turn
Try as I might
I crave and yearn
For closed-eyed rest
A journey away
From Reality Beach
And Consciousness Bay
Cascading and tumbling
Light through the blinds
Finds me wailing and grumbling
In sun-rays unkind
Perhaps I should resign to a life without sleep
Or perhaps I should stop counting all these damn sheep

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