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Sleepless

Posted: September 8th, 2009 | Author: Niko | Filed under: Poetry | No Comments »

There’s a hole in my recollection where no light gets in.

What about memory?

Memory?

What good is memory when

There’s a hole in my recollection where no light gets in?

Find the source,

Plot a course for sleep.

Take precautions against the restless ones.

The sleepless hours before the sun comes up.

Before the light comes in.

I try to remember a full night’s sleep,

But there’s a hole in my recollection where no light comes in.



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