There is a fly that keeps landing on my ear
As I try and sleep.
I am watching the digital clock on the floor--
The numbers seem to tell the story of my life.
I try reading them backwards to see
If that too will have some meaning.
But I find myself simply going
Back and forth, and soon
I am dizzy.
The alarm will sound soon,
And I haven't had a wink of sleep.
I turn and look at that little brass Buddha
On my nightstand.
It is weeping honey.
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