Late...

Late like two hours past yesterday
and I am awake...
the world sleeps violently
seems some dream of the day's deeds
be they dastardly or decent
most exist...
less live
awakened to existence
but lifeless
exhausted
not well rested
for their dreams make sleep
violent
mirror image of living
like the eyes reflect the world
the war
the death
the lies
the truth
the light-dim but still on
flickering
cannot sleep with the light
flickering
off
or on
off
or
on pace to waste away
the world
God gave us dominion over
dominated
and destroyed
more so
dying
she is
global warming
heat of man's ignorance
burns the 3rd rock
and it is hot in January now
still cold at night
and I
cannot sleep
haunted by dreams
of bastard children
in far off lands
who knew life not long
yet their dreams linger
looking for hope
losing faith
relevance
sleep no more little
children
for your dreams are waiting
wondering why
no one has claimed
them
but it is so late
and the people
are afraid to sleep...
so they lie
awake
abandoned dreams beneath
their eye lids
staring aimlessly at reality
lifeless
light barely flickering
off and on
and...

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