Plunging into paper
Slowly,
The world spins at a blur
When slumber is your master,
What you can do is purr.

Rub up against the mattress
Where all wonders do proceed
That which drives the soul to action
And ideas have a seed

Inadequate attention causes
Thunder
Stress,and
Wrath.

'Tis simply impossible
To take the error back

See the splutter
In the creases
of your Mouth
your Face
in pieces

of your Clothes
your Prose
your LIFE.

There's no point to even fight

Grinding, thinking, running,
Are our minds
Our brains,
A strife.

Calm, now, calm, calm!
Or you might just take a knife
Please, please, hold on.
Just be cautious of the plight

Even animals beware
Of that creature
They're aware

Creeping silently
Slyly stalking...

Exhaustion.
Do take care.