Thursday, January 26, 2012

What is Sleep to the Ascetic?

Why do I linger on into these darkened hours?
Shades drawn, windows shuttered, animals sleep
Ceiling-borne lights shut off, lamps are favored now.

Why do I hunt and search these too-bright screens?
These curled, cream pages?

For fantasies, with which I stanch my memory's flow.
Or for knowledge with which to advise action I am too afraid to take.

Why else ask a question one already knows the answer to, if not to delay?

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