Clenched gatherings of black leathery wings
agitating against my breast
snittering and brushing close
As night stretches itself
against my squeezed eyelids
held inviolate against the
admisson of wakefulness
Lest it unravel me, give form
to the strobing thoughts illumunating
the bones of my mind.
Garish in their nakedness
and vulnerability
Made flesh
Dawn seeps into being bringing respite
and red eyes.
Martin O'Neill
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strobe-insomnia/
