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Tossing and turning,
rezoning limbs,
demolishing pillow structures,
rebuilding, rearranging.
My heart races with
thousands of cells commuting
from the suburbs of my swollen fingers
to my throbbing heart.
Come and go – beats becoming
steady, developing the drone,
the rumble, the roar that persists
along my arterial highways,
filling my head dizzy
with the emissions of living thousands.
The industry of each nucleus
compounding into a metropolis
of insomnia.

No wonder I'm so hot.
Shrugging away covers,
I try to shake the smog by opening a window,
but the breeze brings only
the metallic dust shifting along the sidewalks.
Tinged orange by the glow of streetlights,
the air pulses with the methodical diligence
of night-shifts across the town.
Twangy sirens race away from car alarm tantrums.
The dark apartment across the alley
blinks manically
pink-blue-white-blue-white-green.
Another poor soul that can't slow down,
resorting to late-night TV.

I sigh, exhaling my own steam
like a moody smokestack.
Does anyone in this city sleep?
Or do we just keep going,
pumping the blood,
staying alive

staying awake