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The lidless eyes

Insomnia strikes

Across night's wastelands

my lidless eyes survey

the endless expanses

while sleep is a distant memory.


The world around me sleeps

but my eyes are lidless

my brain whirring

and the urge foreign.


I have forgotten how to sleep

or even feign it

as it drifts away

and the slow night ebbs


towards the point the light

begins to change

imperceptibly, slowly

then unmistakeably.


And so another night has passed

and sleep remains a stranger

and but for thoughts of you

it would be the Sahara of the mind.


You, oases in the long and weary

trek, to the far side of the night

where, on the other side

others too are awake.


So the day absorbs me

a refugee from the shadows

my eyes, suddenly lidded

but too late.


My thoughts drift to you

and sleep comes with peace

but not when it is mandated

by the tyranny of the clock.




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