at one thirty ante meridian,
the clock in the kitchen stops ticking.
wakening for any good reason,
leave bed, go to do bathroom hissing.
return to morpheus attentions,
no sleep untill one forty three this morning,
silence is felt as disturbance,
leave bed, go to see what is not ticking
the pendulum dead still,
touch it it starts again, and stops.
wife gets up and goes back to bed,
son gets up and goes to da loo,
cat gets up howling for food,
Go to bed, back to sleep, am ill.
the alarm at five puts an end to all that.
go out, walk down the street and back.
Head spins, brain not ok.
Stay at home.
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