Insomniac Assemblage
Sleep evades.
I am exhausted.
Whispers make love to ears.
You are enchanted.
Clocks scream the brink of a new day.
I make tracks.
Woven threads of warmth await.
You curl and recollect.
The desert of street is still.
I stand.
Darkness forges silence.
You are serene.
Illuminate slave entrances.
I empty.
This becomes real.
You awe.
Sleep concurs.
Again, I am.
