The luminous hands of the clock
rub together to call my attention:
beyond the midnight hour.
Words tear and grip
seeking rhymes and rhythms
throughout the night when sleep eludes
thoughts like pins and needles
climb within the bed sheets
or crawl along my hair.
Distraction, seeking warmth and company,
creates diversions and distractions
banishing rest with its slight of hand
and invents scenarios
where dreaming of sleep
surpasses the sleep of dreams.
Contemplation conspires to rob and pillage
laying mines in its path
on random fuses
and the light of darkness,
like a rabid ghost, eats my thoughts
and leaves me hungry when I awake.