Sleep went to town this nightChoosing not to returnAnd I lay and askHave I been betrayed by sleep?Is the tenuous relationship we sharedFinally fractured?Have I been betrayed in favour of another?More attractive maybeMore generous in thanksOr a body more consumingWho even now laysWrapped for just this night In Elysian’s consuming embraceAt peace and freeFrom the … Continue reading It’s 3 o’clock in the morning