"Now leaden slumber with life's strength doth fight | And everyone to rest themselves betake, | Save thieves and cares and troubled minds that wake"

And I don't wake,
because I don't sleep,
I linger
in this grey
until the curtains are breached by light
which is when I answer
birdsong with groan,
turn, retreat
to nowhere

and nothing's gone out of my reach,
so I look for a new rest,
a quicker way
asleep
to fall.