100 Sleepless Nights


We’re still on topic – and it continues to generate words and stuff:

When the numbers are small
One, two, three, four
You don’t think about them at all

But as they ascend
Five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Thoughts start to accumulate

Skipping the numbers
As one counts sheep
Thirteen, twenty-three, forty-one, fifty
You are reminded of other things too
À la recherche du temps perdu

At four score and seven
The drum beats constantly
Toward the century
Where a new dawn rises
We count down again
Five, four, three, two, one.

The journey ends.

 And a wee dram:

In
Night’s depths
Sleep
Overtakes
Me
Not
I lie
Awake

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About TI

TI is based in Auckland, New Zealand. TI's somewhat eclectic interests include (but are certainly not limited to) legal humour (the law can be funny), good wine, the search for the best possible chocolate, alcoholic beverages, travel, commercial aircraft, photography, weird news stories and classical music.
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