It haunts my sleep pattern,
It binds my organs into suffering,
It’s behind me when I’m not looking,
It goes by fast and out of control,
I scratch and claw at the dreams,
It dwells in every shadow,
It haunts my awake pattern,
It snaps my bones in pure delight,
It’s in front of me when I am looking,
It goes by slow and just out of reach,
I scratch and claw at the walls,
It dwells in pure light,
It will never end,
When I reach for it nothing is there,
Forever trapped in its web,
It has no starting point,
When I grasp it falls through my fingers
Forever lost in its breath,
It ticks,
It winds,
I’d hammer if it could,
I’d chisel if I might,
Where is the blowtorch,
Where is the moon,
The moon was swallowed by it,
The sun,
The sun,
Not even the sun could escape,
If not created by man,
It will swallow whole the universe.
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Written by a crazed and delirious
And this is why I don’t do poetry but I can’t sleep. If you are going make bad decisions might as well make them at 3 or 4 am!