Journals of an Insomniac (1)

I’ve been dropped into the center of a cyclone

but it’s not a cyclone,

it’s a thread

this vortex of silver wires is not exactly dangerous

if you know what to do with the saccharine intoxication

that makes one topple off sleep

and mix metaphors

this seed requires roots, and yes,

the thread requires weaving

that gift of physical breath and form

--centripetal force--

ire it may turn

and dash our fire

into madness