I'm rocking in my sea-boat bed,
where up is down
and one can move forever and go nowhere.
Infinity is an endless ocean,
the vacuum of sleepless nights
where you beg for dreams and drowning.
I'm thirsty.
I'm trapped in my head,
which, too, has forsaken me.
They know not what they do!
my brain and my bedspread,
as they hold me down.
Down,
beneath the eternal firmament of night
and the waves, and the waves, and the waves.
The night belongs to those who are awake for it
Those who see no twinkle in the momentary stillness of a star
Those who do not bother to breathe;
for who needs air when there can be no death?
To those for whom the metronomical ba-bump of a hearbeat is just a distant dream
transcended by the immortality of Awake.
Quiet.
Can't you hear it --
the clock on the wall screaming "Always"?
For those who never sleep there is no change of day.