Insomnia always knocks like an unexpected poem, even though we already knew it was going to come.
Yet another poem on insomnia. Accompanied with a small essay.
I already know
I have to write a poem before going to sleep.
Why a poem? You ask.
And I tell you — because I don’t know
why the apprehensions of a quality-time
before sleep, tends
to evade me by the end
of the evening.