Insomnia

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Somewhere a man is standing barefoot
In a cold puddle of water and piss.
His knees are bent; his neck is crook’d
Because he is taller than the height of his cell.
This is not oversight on the part of his jailors.
He is meant to go insane for lack of sleep,
And he is. He is meant to confess to
Acts he never imagined–much less committed–
And he will. Insomnia will do this to a man
Or woman, will flay their lives and stuff
Them with the dreams they were forbidden,
Or worse, with nightmares of dead ends.

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