And Miles To Go Before I Dream
Sleep-deprived,
I am
a decomposing heap
of shuddering cells and
quivering limbs
that end in numb
stubs of stiff
brittle flesh; an
impending dissolution
in the dryness of my bones
and the dull ache
in my brain. I seek
rest, but find none
in this wired landscape
of endless hollow
stimulation.
