Sleep is medicine
Poetry is neurosurgery
Reengineering the thought process
In the middle of the night
Resecting insomnia from a sleepless brain
Late night poetry is a surgical scalpel
That opens the dreamless mind
Injecting sweet dreams in the middle of the night
In an emergency operation against insomnia
Poetry is an anesthetic
To soothe the mind
And rescue the Soul from its dreamless stupor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem