The smell of sleep

The smell of sleep in the graveyard shift of my mind, of my cells.. shivers scale out into silence.. the compost to grow more of the same.. another hour of vacant dreams meets new brutal light sprawling over the memory of another smell of sleep..

Once in a while (but never rare)..

..a 'seeing everything' condenses into the one that sees and laments over what it's seeing..

What would be more important in the end?..

..That there is no end.