Trying to write a poem in which no words repeat when I’m falling asleep resulted in this… 

I
ache
a weird iconography of indifference
clamoring to fight
battles no sane person would invite into the chamber

Spaces
get larger and stranger
warping howling buffeting winds snapping collars weeding out time

E-bow tone
sharp-edged jagged plain-faced speaking power surges confined
melting hoverdrum struck under glacial disappearances

Straining
alone bent sand shaped weatherwise drum chime
reverse lines nonsensical

She
turns knobs slides faders effects storm linger
broken strings make music too

(12 March 2018)