Day and night are now the same Now that sleep plays its’ game An evil game of sleep rhoulette “How much sleep will she get?” Tick. Tick. Tick. The hours pass “How much longer will this last?” Pills. Stretches. Lights off. Lights on. Tossing, turning, “where has sleep gone?” Count sheep. Read. Drink milk, they say Still my nights become long days Dreams are now delusions Sleep is just an illusion Someday I will be fixed That is, if sleep still exists

alone in the bush
where night is calling
 
within the open sky
as dark as the one I love
 
I wander in the sand
while cutting twigs in a path
 
the bells have echoed
somewhere in the night
 
this midnight soup
has broken up my dreams
 
a strand in circles
a ring that never ends