i don’t
like
the sound
i hear
in my
neck
swishing and pulsing
veins
it seems far too loud
i am sure
my heart
beat
is
speeding
each time i turn over it’s worse

this is the sleepless song of the night

at dawn
sweating
the slow
drift begins
into sleep
suspended between in a dream

wet
wet from the snow melt
out on the moors
the track
deep
in mud
the grass is a
s   l   i   d   e
we struggle
up
to
the
top
of
the
hill
the wide-open expanse of the world falls beneath
we all stand together
filling our lungs
catch
ing
our
breath