Poetry: Bedtime Lament

A night with no sleep all

retch, no vomit no

slip to surreal no

plummet to the base that began with a

dive from atop the waterfall; no

rope-slung descent to the

peaceful black abyss whose

depth is dignified by never being 

questioned. No

immersion no welcomed

drowning grip on the collar 

bone as fingernails scrape 

deep for purchase. Pull

close my curtain, I am ready. 

Bestow slumber’s crown; let me 

rule well till morning’s

abdication.

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