no sleep no title

[Lykren]

I walk out loud on the floor of my sleep,
waking to the dressed wound, the protruding
whiteness. Hours circle and float by,
hoarding something heavy.

This is work to be avoided. Like fine rain falling
on my skin, the shapeless dark cools my will.

I struggle with moments as they etch themselves
into the universe, blurring like bright paint
desires and ideas. Obsession blooms
and obscures the night like a hothouse flower.

I miss morning, its ready paleness
and foggy promise, and will not return
to sleep. My jacket's here, my shoes there,
I'll take a walk.

[Lykren]

Edited version:

I walk out loud on the floor of my sleep,
waking to the dressed wound, protruding
whiteness. Time circles and floats by,
hoarding something heavy.

This is work to be avoided. Like fine rain falling
on my skin, the shapeless dark cools my will.

I struggle with moments as they etch themselves
into the universe, blurring like bright paint
desires and ideas. Obsession blooms
and obscures the night like a hothouse flower.

I miss morning, its ready paleness
and foggy promise, and will not return
to sleep. My jacket's here, my shoes there,
I'll go for a walk.