I have a reverence for insomnia
a beckoning ring to the solitary
a somnambulant cry the soul
left to one’s devices told it was the right
when all along left
handed
there is no dawn and still I call it daylight
this sleeplessness adds a darkness to the edge
of town what about the guard the one you just can’t face
spending their whole like trying to keep it
for the someday
a night watch
man alone patrolled
in the darkness on this edge of town
a reverence for insomnia
the moon and the watchman
close guards to this sanctuary