Sleepless Nights

What do you do on sleepless nights
with star dipped empty eyes?
Sit ashore crushing shells
One down.
Two too.
Three tripping trance.

The cat mews, stumbles, stares bewildered
The orange moon up the pile
Up; up shadows so high
Swaying east,
Sway west-
Still; the rest erect dangling dead.

The silence of silence
‘as noise within
I knocked thrice,
Skipping a beat.
Answered with gallows of wind
Rancid breath tumbled down-
Breadcrumbs on ashen tresses;
The lone flag whistled back.

As I bare the crests within
Pink darkness smothered its grief
These sleepless nights – mere reluctance
These sleepless nights of emptiness.

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