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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