Insomnia
Day transitions,
Always,
Into darkness
Of the heart,
And leaves
The mind
A waste
Of desiccation.
Specters cast
By embers
Mauling corpus
Of the dear
And less
Depraved, resort
To madness
And chagrin.
Sun lulls
To scorch
Indifference in
The bark,
Asleep within;
Cocoon,
Yet nothing
Different, safe...
Dusk is born again.
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