March.

[rewiiired]

Heart pumps
treacherous rhythm
hypnotizing
fear a rising tempo

again attention refuses
enduring diversion
thoughts march in line
to a haunting drum

afraid if feet stop
the sound might
afraid if feet stop
the sound might

Untangled covers
roll out again
sit down
another cigarette

sleepless, tense
you cannot bear the sound
the mind unravels
but never winds down

If I fall out of line
will it keep time?
Heart pumps
might it cease tonight?

If I turn out the light
get some sleep tonight
stop the feet tonight
will it be all right?

Again attention refuses

for if the feet might
the beat might
for if the feet might

the sound might
follow me down.

 

[up all night]

I don't always comment on your work, but I have so much respect for your writing. Consistently impressive.