insomnaut
the night creeps past the future
and into the present.
terminably now
and interminably when.
the silence sufferable
by no mind but mine own.
by crushing the now,
and being crushingly zen.
iron maidens in weddings,
worry burdens all my deaths.
boats tripping patter,
tripping on, despite chagrin.
a sleight slip past the future,
by no mind but mine own.
quotes slipping patterns,
I am sleeping now and then.
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