this is another sleepless night
my eyes are exhausted but my mind is stubbornly awake and racing
and as suddenly as an aneurysm
I start spouting poetic epiphanies
my words flowing together in ways I haven’t seen since I was seventeen
and with every word
every semi-creative syllable I manage to capture
a tiny drop of what can only be described as “happy”
(which I imagine to be a liquid
almost golden, metallic and glowing against
the dark contrast inside my skull)
is leaking in, down down down my spine
filling in the spaces between each vertebrae
turning my bones to gold
I am indestructible in my meaningless joy
and with this, I can sleep