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eftychia at 11:54am on 2005-02-15
eftychia at 11:54am on 2005-02-15Trying to sleep.
Thoughts refusing to slow down,
Chasing each other around my skull
Like rowdy children playing "don't touch the floor"
Endangering the springs of the cushions
Of the lobes they're jumping on.
Trying to sleep.
Watching thoughts inside with my eyes turned 'round.
Thoughts bouncing and careening in Brownian motion[*]
Caroming off the bones of my face,
Rebounding off the back of my brainpan,
Bashing into each other.
Trying to sleep.
Thoughts colliding and changing direction,
Sometimes two will strike each other and stick
Forming bewildering juxtapositions and conflations
That distract me, and amuse and frighten
Those to whom I later speak them.
Trying to sleep.
The pressure of ideas waiting to be written
Raising the temperature of my brain
Until the medulla, slick with sweat,
Tosses uncomfortably against the cortex,
While my body turns between the sheets.
Trying to sleep.
Who painted the insides of my eyelids such distracting colours?
[*] Yes, I do know that I just called myself an airhead.
Thoughts refusing to slow down,
Chasing each other around my skull
Like rowdy children playing "don't touch the floor"
Endangering the springs of the cushions
Of the lobes they're jumping on.
Trying to sleep.
Watching thoughts inside with my eyes turned 'round.
Thoughts bouncing and careening in Brownian motion[*]
Caroming off the bones of my face,
Rebounding off the back of my brainpan,
Bashing into each other.
Trying to sleep.
Thoughts colliding and changing direction,
Sometimes two will strike each other and stick
Forming bewildering juxtapositions and conflations
That distract me, and amuse and frighten
Those to whom I later speak them.
Trying to sleep.
The pressure of ideas waiting to be written
Raising the temperature of my brain
Until the medulla, slick with sweat,
Tosses uncomfortably against the cortex,
While my body turns between the sheets.
Trying to sleep.
Who painted the insides of my eyelids such distracting colours?
[*] Yes, I do know that I just called myself an airhead.
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This was heavy and hard to read; which means it's on target as a piece of writing. Hope you feel better and under less pressure now.
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Very nice.
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Thanks.
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(FWIW, I can never remember the value of R, the gas constant, so whenever I need it, I start from "22.4 liters/mole @ STP" and calculate it from that.)
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;-)
I'll bet others in your family have similar sleeping problems. I know I share that with my mom and your poem is a very apt description of it.
-m