can't sleep

so much pressure

running out of money

running out of time

no one will have me

there's no work around

at least in this country


tossing and turning

lattice of streetlamp light

bars across the ceiling

trying to stay faithful

trying to live with grace

trying not to despair

but good at playing the fool


my imaginings

will not settle down

rip my eyelids off

leave me convulsing

can't recall my higher nature

if heaven is here

hell is too




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