I have been awake for two days

I think

I can see more clearly now

What I thought I could before

As I fight to focus my brain

On the colours in the whitewash

And that – that is a giraffe

With a balloon

And that one person on your mind

Who you have not thought on for at least

A few minutes

I think

And the words are blurred

Clear and concise

Forced together

From a string of consciousness

I lost somewhere Thursday night

As I looked at the back

Of your head

And thought

Of how clear it all was

As my head hit the pillow

And I was up again

To rush about the day

In slow motion

And talk to no one

And not sleep

For two days

In order to create

This

                            *And whatever else