Sleepless.

"Open wrist talks back again,
In the wounded of its skin.
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition.

The a.m. trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed,
In the rattles of...

Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper.
Half mast commute through umbilical blisters.

Spectre will lurk.
Radar has gathered,
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers."