couldn't sleep,
three nights now, 2am
dream of school again, or
cemetery, similar vibes

broken by the hushed
sirens outside,
urge to piss, and
god it's hot in here

subjugated and stupefied midday,
asserts its power at 2am
  imagination that tortures,
  analyses across time and space,
  pointless or destructive
  or destruction's the point?,
  painted hypotheticals,
  vividly self-evident,
  showy cartwheels,

an organ doing its thing,
not the soul, not
poetic, despite the poem
it creates of itself, awake

then, thankless and unseen,
eventual expansion into emptiness,
flush to the borderline
between consciousness
and -

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