Insomnolence

Awake. I stir. I twist. I turn. I roll. The languorous night... expecting sleep...renders me still more restless. Lightning thoughts rend the stillness. A word creeps in. What a ponderous thing it is! How anxious it makes me! Alive. It throbs - it pesters - it harrasses. Obsessed with such a weighty word it impresses itself upon me. Like some twisted, ironical fate in nature. Like that parasitic Cordyceps to the mind of the ant, that destroys its host while ensuring its own propagation, this word permeates and pervades. Transfixed, this word keeps me awake at night. Oh word, “Insomnia”, how I lose sleep over you! How you keep me up at night - how you torment me!