11:00pm To 1:28am:
Insomnia strikes again,
Fool I was –
Latte at one in the afternoon.
Yesterday,
Technically.
Damned my own potential,
For extended grasping hands –
STOP.
Still.
Silent.
These boulders,
Old mountains,
All to move.
Each failure of Our Will,
Or Way,
Ripples Outwards.
Just like this.
11:00pm To 1:28am:
