Insomnia delivers

Insomnia delivers
  to a morning of crack lights
falling in heavy patches, unwieldy
chunk light: dawn
   stinks like brick and the
heavy concrete infests my joints
  and jostles in stretch, resisting
said before I’ll play the so
this is morning in quiet decibel
 The pillow is hot and reeks of
ground nerve, each point in
  the sack will react as the
  trees loosen birds – The oil
grinds into heat – water sweats
    into salt – while the Romantic opiates
promising drifties from
corporeal stand locked behind
push drawers so
 this is morning until
I fasten through and then
    dream in heartfelt song
   from the hewn eyes brush
away the enormous tree
  for the standard of perfection
  is writing under need
Lead on, Queen crown’d moon
  unwound of imperfect stars, sleep