Wide Awake Ii

Insomnia isn't what this is...body feels the antithesis too many synapses tap dancing late A recital of thoughts that wont disapate Body idle despite the cranium cartwheels--The heart feels .. much like a gerbil wheel spinning tireless night, patience is thinning I In the dark, there's no repression for forced out thought Losing ten counts in bruising mind bouts No preoccupation to mask this.... basque this in brighter shine this is the jail-cell of night... With my past trangressions in sight, I lay here reflecting REM rejecting...as if everything's not alright Lunar-revelation is my one-on-none time.... Nights like these make me spiteful to morning birds that wake me