To have the pleasure of disruption,
know that time is a factor,
to live out the minutes ahead,
have a party with disaster.
The body, feels the ache of tears
wishing only to shut down,
wallowing in the possibility,
as the minutes turn into hours.
Imagine a sunrise
when eyes are just opening,
rather than the burning reality,
after hours of insanity.
Perhaps it is sane to go without sleep,
might a bridge jumper have followers too?
