The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

and unable to sleep -
the dawn lingers far beyond the day -
the dusk attends low mornings and high noons -

and unable to weep, i
find my thoughtless self alone, and weigh
time after time, against the gathered runes -

and unable, to keep my days and nights apart
i dream these films, and let them have their say
while all alone i sing my sleepless tunes - -

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