It is as it is
The pain precludes sleep
The pain insists on waking
The pain pushes, or questions
All limits of mind and body
All extremes of love and loss
This is the first night
There will be others
Times, without sleep
Without mind, without love
Yet there will be meditation
In the middle of the night
Or at 03:39 to be precise
Not exactly on the dance floor
Though we could be flying out
To some villa in Tuscany for a wedding
