I am not tired
but I am living for the moment
when I turn off the lights and cover the digital clock

my room a haven of crystal tar darkness
a sudden still
my body strangled by the heavy warmth of sheets
under which even the throbbing of my wrists- the price I pay- seems none too deep

comfort and ease
no responsibility in dreams
my breath slows and the stars explode

a butterfly kiss from Death


Until sunlight stabs my eyes wide open
sending me through the motions of another day
throughout which my soul longs for sleep

the choir sings a lullaby in a language I don't need to understand