What is this thing you speak of, sleep?
A closing of the eyes?
A slowing of my breath and heart?
My mind in soft surmise?
I think I’ve heard of it before,
a myth from yonder times,
a thing to do from dusk to dawn,
paying daylight’s fines.
But recently it’s been a state
more noted by its lack
although I’ll see if I can yet
persuade it too come back!
I actually sleep pretty well most of the time, although I suffered from terrible insomnia in my youth. But today I’ve had a long and fruitful day that involved a lot of hard thinking about diverse topics–PIC18 programming and rework on my novel and some mechanical things on my boat–and between them all my brain seems to have picked up sufficient momentum that it’s taking a good deal longer than usual to slow down.