I can feel it happening,

my sleep is threatened

by so many conclusions,

wrapped around my mind

before I imagine resolution.

It’s that foreboding restlessness,

the idea of wakeful eyes

in the twilight, when just a dream

would be so favored.

It’s when the long night ahead

lost track of its purpose

when life’s deliveries

become an overwhelming

travesty. Oh, to know solution,

bask in the ease of restoration.