insomnia pages

last night
flipped insomnia
pages. tossed
& learned.
read all
too familiar
story. The
story: deep
& dreaming,
but aware.
au courant.
a state of
consciousness
a dream
called "she".
one in
which the
time that
we are
given has
all but
betrayed us.
one in
which the
scroll of
Love has
all but
unraveled. one
to re-live
past failings.
searched for
answers in
insomnia pages.
found nothing
but heartbreak
& dead thoughts.
was lonely
in dark
places. eyes
open to
see reflections
& faces.
faces of
ghosts, looking
for answers,
reflections of
self in
dark locations.
cowering away
in blackest night.
these pages,
a series in
which one
cannot put
down, a
clinging drug,
a haunting
of the mind,
a quick grasp
for air.
a vigil
to slow
time. time
now waits
for pages
to learn &
reveal again
when brightness
ends.