Atley:
“only a poet would mistake insomnia for divinity”
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Yes, I have been to the land with the sun does not set.
Yes, I have been to Norway where it was legally permissible
for sleep to be impermissible.
my host was so concerned
by my many, many days of no night,
no sleep, for my eyes never closed
as I wandered (stumbled) throughout Oslo
with no end “in sight”
they
(King Harald V and Queen Sonja (his consort)
put a chocolate and a note
on my pillow, a sleep suggestion:
God Natt
quite flattered I was,
thinking that a man who could not sleep:
was more akin to a god,
who never sleeps, just turns away
and looks elsewhere when it is
convenient
Atley:
“only a poet would mistake insomnia for divinity”
<><>><>,
and they asked why I could not sleep,
in the land of perpetual sunlight,
I, Exclaimed!
Alas!
there was just too much
poetry to write
and yes, I’ve kept that note for years…
signed,
Natta
P.S. In a fit of desperation,
they took me to the Ice Bar in Oslo,
for permanent refrigeration
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:14 AM UTC
Atley:
“only a poet would mistake insomnia for divinity”
————————-
Yes, I have been to the land with the sun does not set.
Yes, I have been to Norway where it was legally permissible
for sleep to be impermissible.
my host was so concerned
by my many, many days of no night,
no sleep, for my eyes never closed
as I wandered (stumbled) throughout Oslo
with no end “in sight”
they
(King Harald V and Queen Sonja (his consort)
put a chocolate and a note
on my pillow, a sleep suggestion:
God Natt
quite flattered I was,
thinking that a man who could not sleep:
was more akin to a god,
who never sleeps, just turns away
and looks elsewhere when it is
convenient
Atley:
“only a poet would mistake insomnia for divinity”
<><>><>,
and they asked why I could not sleep,
in the land of perpetual sunlight,
I, Exclaimed!
Alas!
there was just too much
poetry to write
and yes, I’ve kept that note for years…
signed,
Natta
P.S. In a fit of desperation,
they took me to the Ice Bar in Oslo,
for permanent refrigeration
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