On the couch
Reading a book
Early evening
Skeptical sleep keeps
calling eyelids over eyes.
When I finally sleep that night
It is to awaken at 2 o'clock
The turn of slow seconds
drip out of disturbed dreams
dark eddies still there 
as I lay seeking slumber 
Praying
but experiencing obsidian unbelief
Trapped hopes...
sleep of the sleepless.

Starting Thoughts: The moment when the brain awake can't seem to send its thoughts into the darkness around and in your head. Sleep is hard to find in the mind.
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