The day brings sheaths of white light
And like white on a screen, white on a page
I can only stare blankly, not fully involved
The light fades and the sunset is lost below the horizon
From unrelenting sleep I suddenly awaken
Only having been awake for hours before
The amount of solitude in the room is stifling
Just now I have registered its creeping presence
A slow reach to a sigh and then necessary contact
The laughter, like smoke, perpetually curls
It envelops the company, the mind, and unfurls
A special kind of company I have come to know
The night concludes before it has ended
An approximately applicable soundtrack plays
And it’s a long drive home, a movie reel on a record player
The porch light outside is filtered through paper-like blinds
Their softness offers me blindness to the darkness I displace
Bed is welcoming, but my presence alone renders it aslant
Sleeplessness chips me away through every yielding glance
There is the timepiece that thwarts my attempts to dream
A special kind of dream I have come to know
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