Intending rest, yet not able…
Just needed to stand up again, to eclipse the light of sister moon and try to thread the needle; but it is easier for a sleeping man to get to heaven than it is for the restless, or the hungry. And I cannot rest. And I am hungry, oh by all the forces of creation, I am hungry. I will toss and turn, cocooned with thin Mexican blankets and even more threadbare dreams, but will wish you the blessing of peace that life has never seen fit to quite grant me. Goodnight.