Insomnia Poem by jackilton peachum
Insomnia
INSOMNIA
Be still- don't move in that dark anodyne!
A simple act of closing one's eyes,
entering time's death-
pulse quiets, mind steps aside,
heartbeat of the dream is all that matters.
To be awake now is slow measure of counting the hour,
And sunrise a commuter whose train is always late.
Oh, how fortunate the sleeper breathing softly,
arriving in a country far away!
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