CINQUAIN #29

It is

Normal for me

To sleep much of twenty-

Four hours, just not when the moon

Giggles

Deep in

The night my eyes

Wide open and my soul

Breathes in study for other

Sweepings

Of old

Alchemy that

Serves not my life now or

I just learned only waters my

Garden.

Sleepless

With so much pith

In my ears that I taste

Gold and diamonds how could I

Process

Newness

Any other

Way but insomnia?

Then deep sleep with the bright demands

Day makes?