it's 4:44 in the morning
and my eyelids are not heavy.
i'm not tired.
and i know i'm not
tired because I've
counted all the sheep
and i've counted
down from 1000
100 times and even
that tedious task
has only left me with
a sore throat and the
thought of the infinite
possibilities of man
ever finding the last
number on the line
and maybe it's possible
and maybe it's not.
and these thoughts
keep me up at night
and i'm fascinated more
by numbers than i am
by sheep and sleep.
these thoughts
are just constellations
that can be formed in
several ways,
can be connected by
different stars and these
stars happen to be comets
and they zip across
the sky and maybe
i'm just afraid to fall
asleep because when i
close my eyes,
everything will
disappear.
and I will be left with
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