My Insomnia

this will also evolve.

Awake are thee,
awake for there art hazards in thy sleep
for thy witches and crows arc thy backs and
slave thy flesh of feathers to thy hearts cauldron,
howling to thy moon and barking at thy day.

For dawn begs for thy leave and dusk wanes for thy presents,

lets us weep in thy shadows

and whisper in thy halls

so thy drowning song of slumber fears us

so thy creeping face of deliverance serves us.

We shall haunt the peace of night

like the madness of day

and witness thy burning of stone

on the altar of sand.

The tide, restless like salvation on fire

shall bear thy child of ash, black like thy nights knife,

I shall handth to thee.

for these wells of sight have been drawn dry

for thy church of prayer has been worshiped dry

so the dust of mutterings wed with thee

so the autumn of wine dances with thee

my insomnia

my insomnia

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

THE OLD ENGLISH IS PRONOUNCE IN THE LINES...YOU GIVE THIS VERSE A VOICE LIKE IT NEEDS TO BE SAID ALOUD ON A STAGE...JUST AS I READ DOWN THE LINES OF THE WRITE...GIVES YOU THAT FEEL AND HEARTACHE OF NOT SLEEPING...