and sometimes that's the same thing
as needing to never sleep again
and stay up till four am...okay five
watching every movie with Colin Firth
and then John Cusack
and then Meryl Streep
Because it's not that this cinephilic trance
is what finally gets your brain to stop
contorting and fritzing like broken neon
(although it does)
It's that wide eyes and tussled hair
and twitches at the corners of mouths
and long Scandinavian noses
refresh and redefine for you the meaning
of the words
The good kind of One
The not one One. The All for One.
The chimerically human one.
There are so many vulnerables
making, relating, exposing
so many it's bloody
and so I think
Thank God for Insomnia.