Poets don’t sleep

If you’re sleeping
And you’re considering yourself a poet
You know what?
You’re wrong

Poets don’t sleep

We wake up
Each time our eyes close
In one reality
Renewed in another

We don’t sleep
We meditate blindly
Finding silence inevitable
Between the words we breathe
And the rhymes we leave
Alone

Poets don’t sleep

We rest our minds
Evade the collective consciousness
Ignite dreams (and not just simply allow them to come to being)
We don’t
No

Poets don’t sleep

Mornings that will never have existed
Evenings we’ve condemned to eternity

Who dreams about dreaming
A dream

Forget everything
You thought

Thinking

Poets don’t sleep