~ Insomniacs
Sometimes… Night is a silent, slow motion picture
Episodes scatter, out of place, out of time and sequence
Voiceless moving mouths, familiar faces freeze framed
As memories of a lifetime take center stage, reenact;
Self applauding, self abasement, confusion reigns:
Insomniacs pray the velvet curtain softly fall
Before the last act plays upstaging the one before
They pray to no avail; wide eyed with wonderment
In their sleepless nights of heaven,
Their sleepless nights of hell.
O’Prunty
3/16/15
