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

Mind,

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,

yawn

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 -