instead of sleep, i just lay.
obsessing about it,
but afraid
to actually close my eyes.
whatever feelings
that pound with a beat
will eventually
linger into dreams.
and either way
i am endlessly
replaying past pictures,
images on running.
i blink another explosion,
a moment
that tries to bleed its way
onto a clean page.
thoughts will soon erode
and become particles of rust
that stain in the mind.