on sleep

a strain to keep my eyes open. the demons of drowsyness toy with me. invisible tendrils pull at my mind. too tired to sleep. to sleepy to function. i find myself an insomiac zombie. my actions are neither here nor there. my state of hibernation neither squirrel nor bear. nay, i am some stranger beast, blind and boogily. thoughts smart and not spout from my oral twat. is this good or bad or happy or sad? spinning crumbling and sometimes rumbling i will see you there.