Insomnolence
Lifetime, flickering
one lone perception
Arriving, invitation in hand.
tapping the glass table in tempo.
I hear it but I linger within~
unaccepting.
Yet, it keeps my ear.
Over each night sky, it leaves a premonition.
Every other presage chimes in familiarity;
conducting with instruction to repeat,
"Da Capo"
I scratch at the neverending marks on my mind.
Thoughts of time- I amplify.
Expanding.
So vulnerable.
I seek my stance;
as I stumble
with feet dragging on an inkling,
I search for the red needle,
dipped in the direction to begin.
Unavailing riches~
I roll in, I roll in.
I look up...
I arrive at your eyes.
Another explanation.
You always leap in.
We talk here~
onto the far side of my mind.
Then
There's this ticking time
Where's this relation upon your mind?
Who suffers in question to its silent sound?
Weighing,
watching.
You let time fasten you.
Hard on the hurry.
Always there.
I can hear a snare ....
While your eyelids grow heavy again,
I march with the band.
I'm too old to break free,
too young to let what is,
attain me.
Though,
I am enfolding in on what remains.
"Touch me, stay;
can your skin remain?"
(My eyes are now whispering, dependent on chance)
Night elapses in the air while you rest-
it never breaks.
I can hear the ticking,
like the truck driver signaling,
early,
at the cleft of dawn.
As if the world is splitting out of its darkness.
Rain splashes as the tires head on....
Imagining a destination of my own....
Your stare wonders....
I try and turn the lights down
but it's day break.
~Jessi (image and poem)