I awake in night's middle
To turn from one pillow side to the other
Drool and heat and a sore side
Overcooked, burned the left
Thus it's right to change
Last night I remembered to keep away the time
I saw it in a dream
I only have one more midnight
A single moment remains to feel eleven fifty nine
Go twelve and flicker night's day to morning's
Too many late hours
Ground up my allotment
A close watch on watch
Burned out the hands
Who must now only chase never catch
Excepting that high time, lunch sun simultaneity
Whose midsection index will never run out
I'll miss you and save you until waiting's wick disappears
In a waxed blood moon pool
Roman Ryan 