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Never Having Imagined the Unattainable


Another night of no sleep.  Or none

thus far.  Sleep is a decision.  But it

is sometimes a very difficult one.  I

mean, I wouldn’t say I have insomnia,


I’d say the burden of what I’m having

to do this past few weeks on in to the

upcoming ones is so heavy that it has

left me a at a standstill.  It happens.


Or has me awake for hours just staring

into the darkness.  Usually I forego the

darkness in order to just do something:

clean house, write poetry, watch TV, etc.


In times like this, however, my mind

simply races with all of the implausible,

the new impossibilities, the things I need 

my brain in order to creatively inch into


or out of or away from.  Goals, and

these I always have, very tangible

ones I think on constantly, especially

during such stupefying hours as these,


I can watch move further and further into

a distance.  And all the while I can feel

the presence that is whoever I am dissi

pate.  A standoff.  A standstill.  A stalling.