For twenty-nine long hours I lay awake
Coasting through my day in trance-like stasis
A dog-shaped alarm found as the basis
A schedule more human at last to take.
And so I trundled through a brackish lake
Found between states that tangentially kiss
Of waking and wanting, of mind amiss
And thoughts most bold my sanity to break.
But twelve short hours hence, my head at last clear
I found the curtain of sleep cast once more
Upon my shattered, cracked and twisted shell.
It was a cessation I held most dear
‘Til I found the time between three and four
Was earmarked by internal alarm bell.