Sleeplessness drift

Through the wild entry into sleep.
Through wrestless tides of my own body rolling.
Through the wee hours, this quiet time almost holy.
Trying to shut my eyes, give away my consciousness.
Trying to exit my heavy stone of a trunk into the ether.
Behold not a wink do I recieve, dawns scrambling like rabid dogs oooh.
All the great ideas knock around in my head fog, not one will be remembered tomorrow.
So I let the sleeplessness drift take me down stream, as I continue my wakeful night dream.