Aimlessly appreciating

Ruminating

Pontificating

Without artifice

Towards any feeling

Of malpractice or discontent

 

Endlessly trying

Forever tying myself in knots

Thoughts travel through my head

Without a start

Middle or an end

 

Continually contemplating

A cacophony of silence

Of elongated pregnant pauses

Unpopular and long forgotten

Washed up causes

 

Ceaselessly devouring

Endlessly spouting

All there is

And all there isn’t

All I have and

All that I haven’t

 

A night without end

The spiralling gloom

Eventually

Emerges from the darkness

Those few hours that

Have escaped the light

That I try and capture

To put to rest

That which we call night

A time when sleep

Should take its rightful place

Is now fitfully

And ungraciously at an end

As I lay my head to one side

In a heap wondering

What was it I should have counted?

Was it goats

Or was it sheep