This Mind's Mischief

So tired that I can’t even sleep…
    So thoughtful, I can’t even think
           -- My thoughts swirling and twirling and dead.
      Yet tired.
            So, so tired.

But sleep is elusive…
          And wiley.

And following its lead,
      My thoughts keep just past
    The bounds of my control…
            Elusive…
                   And wiley.

These fingertips flow through
       The ribbons of thought
    That lag behind, just enough
              To keep me informed
           Of their unpermitted intentions –
         Unrelenting and unforgiving.

And they keep me tired –
      Confused, lost, and tired –
    While they tend to their
           Mischievous, carefree goals.
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        - April 15, 2006