Before Dawn
Woke up the bedroom darker than the
night outside which
had the benefit of streetlights and
light from windows of
the sleepless. when I closed my
eyes, I saw a myriad of stars
a galaxy of colours which circled
around for no apparent
but since everything has a reason,
even insanity, I took it
the colours had a goal, a lofty purpose, if only to keeping me
entertained a four in the
morning. and spare me the thought
of death – a thought that stalks-
all old people everywhere.
it is also a banal, like a
cigarette addiction, for in their heart
there is a tiny spark that tells
them they are the exception
the people that will live forever
and thus blessed with man´s
ancient illusion we can sleep a
little bit longer.
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