Bloodletting Insomniac

I.

nights this long create
atheist gods. I can't
remember anything without
the familiarity of time
opening small doors
into unkempt closests.

we're led to believe
some things. no one
is supposed to outlast
the proceding generations.
blood is a metaphor
meant to represent life.

sleep also becomes a metaphor
when morning's dreary threat
grants not a moment of reprieve.

sleepless dreams wonder of worlds
absent of love. where rivers
flow up mountains to die.

nights like this can't be too cold.

I'm of two minds:
yours and mine.

release me.

I can't help anyone
like this.