It's late.
I know.
Yet the clock still ticks
Still lets me twitch
Creates itch and fidget
Craves spark and so...

It's later now.
I see.
But resistant we remain
Conjuring thoughts to sustain
Finding things to blame
Though rest to flee.

It will be time soon.
I think.
Heavy head thoughts bleed
Planting crumbs and seeds
To follow and lead
Darkness now with a blink.