Almost an atmosphere animated

Blustery billowing and bellowing

I’m counting lovers

instead of sheep

In these sheets I struggle to sleep

Remembering these

threads of me

Woven at times

Incongruously

And the sheep I know

skip no fences

In their defense, it is electric

Much like my synapses

A bit too spastic at these times of night

Still I fight for rest, I am unable to own

Nights long past, not spent alone

But in this loneliness I have comfortably grown

Sleep will come when my lonliness I postpone