Case flow.

This is what my recent bouts of insomnia have given me:

Time is fluid
It is in motion
Sliding out from underneath
My body,
Swirling around my bed,
Flying out my window
And into the enchanted
Night.

It escapes me
Faster and faster--
Pushing, pulsing
Racing toward me
And then away,
Always away
Never returning.

I will it to stay;
And as the ticking
Of the clock gets louder
I realize:
It is morning.

Dawn breaks
Seeping into the darkness
Of my existence
And the deep blues
Swiftly escape
Retreating--
I am red
Alight with color.

The world rustles around me,
Flowing
Ebbing
Into awakening
Into existence;
I still lie here
Perfectly still

Waiting to come alive.

And as noises fill the
World
Foreign sounds of the
Living

I shut my eyes
And finally drift to sleep.