Biological Cuckoo Clock

03 Oct

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.

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Posted by on October 3, 2010 in Writing


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