An anniversaire of insomnia

Renter by night
come to live with
and disclose the lessons
of habitation by shadow
and of clear white moon.

No pedagogue for 5am
or the student romance
of overdue caffeine
and work

no duty to work itself
for automata of graveyard
shifts and penalty rates

no call to emergency services
or electrical substations under starlight

the plain face to a familiar
passage, less romantic and
overarchived

the unconscious just a flick
of a pilot light to an ordinary
beacon

yes and much is talked of in
dream, yet unlustrous are
scribed shells and the only sound
of sea is the neighbour's cough

angelless is the hour of three
and that's no cheat
in fact, it's a rotary
similar to the rest
of the system

gaping holes and totalities
of missing senses of daylight

and yearning relates similar
stories to the point of a
boredom only patient listeners
of old people know

and responsibilities begin at 9
and break through the day
the lucidity of afternoon meals

how one lost track of last night
and two hours ago.

And only solitude can give
and only closeness to surrender
can give
a correct word at the right time

only the proper can remain speechless properly

the proper know how and when not to communicate

and that's a judgement for the sleepers and their sentinels

to stay calm

but insomnia was never coming for you, never would think to target you for its affair anyway

to think so is grandeur

to sit through a night is not even a nothing.