23:55 (a poem)

One of these days, I will get to bed at a reasonable hour…

Late
still up
I want to rest
but I’m not there yet
not ready to sleep

No news
no word
nothing at all
is not good news

it’s no news

I accept
that’s how it is
how it’ll be
I can’t wake the dead
or the stubborn

or make them change

(5 August 2016—posted August 6th)

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