I wrote this almost three years ago...

extremely sleep deprived, starting late one night, ending around 7 or 8 in the morning, right before I left to go to college. It remains my favorite of all complete things I've written.

if wood creaks and dust sleeps, and stains have settled into streaks
what of this lazy haze when dogs daze, alackaday in lines down the streets

and who knows with whose nose the scent of burning wreaths
travel back and forth the air where swift and silent meet

doorsteps and doorknocks give this; a silent greet
through which many come and go, a mat to wipe their feet

through the eyes, wood grains rise and faces from them leak
chins on bars and wondercars, at blinking lights horns beep

in one's ear may travel fear, a fan that would spinning keep
cord unplugged on the rug, lying next to sheets

dots and dabs, curtain drabs from inner-structures peek
outside now, tree circles howl and men chasing the weak

but also slight distance bears a meek and humble shriek
that passes by the countryside, a hermit by it creeps

and without without wing birds drop, air fills not their beaks
and landing on the ground they form, the piles high and steep

a witness stands; eyes covered hands, the heart does fast-ly beat
for what is more than to implore the state in which he weeps

through my thoughts i see the spot from which these 'vents do seep
the terror therefore is much to bear, i cannot fall asleep