Insomnia
Imagination has thrust in the mind
A busy bee hive, eyes kept lullabying desire
Till gulls screech through the throat
Of dying night -kee ok, kee ok. kee ok,
To stir awake dawn,
To chink in pink light.
Awaken, the heart
Of the family clock, rattles
With a clearer picture of time
To awake me.I exist only when I don't sleep.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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