2:00 a.m. in a regular weeknight
the persistent tick-tock
of my electronic alarm clock
pounds in my ears
and goes straight for my brain
where it curls down to sleep
while my eyes go up and down
the endless walls and ceilings
too tired to even read
too tired to even write
and the whole weight of the nightworld
over my chest and under my bed
2:05 a.m. in a regular weeknight
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