Insomnia dream

Please may I escape to somewhere else,
Somewhere far enough from faulty dreams
That I can sleep again?

I’m tired of the props that
Hold these eyelids open
Forcing me to see
Too far and plainly,
Imposing fevered views
Of landscapes close at hand
Evaporating as I reach.

There is no sleep.
There is no vision
In these nearsighted pools
Of greying blue,
These narrowed pupils straining
Under days that never set,
Unyielding afternoons
Of irreligious sun to worship
From a distant place where shade is apparition,
And the specter of a dream before me
Ridicules fatigue.

#paris #france

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