But in that slated land between sleep and wake will there be
an incubus i wonder, and force me to step back,
The rhymes and chimes of insomnia , are they forever lost in
others who sleeps dreams?
Is it such that by losing sleep i gain another world? or is it
destructive, such as i cannot repair?
For if it is destructive what does it destroy but the waked
consciousness of interaction to come.
Or within that does it sharpen the instant response, the
targets, the speech, the precision of determination?
And does it therefore make a stronger one, who will through out
it all still speak?