In The Absence of Sleep

I can scarcely keep my eyelids from

Drifting downwards on their own accord,

Acuity left me two days prior and I am

Sure that each word that I record is useless.

The gratitude that I am going to attempt

May appear as nothing more than

Gibberish being spouted from a mind

That is absolutely tapped out—I may

Collapse—will probably pass out—

By time this passage reaches resolution

But it is absolutely necessary that I mention,

Raise to attention, the fretful fact that

As much as I would like to rest, and relieve

The longest string of wakeful hours of my

Life, I would even more enjoy taking a moment

To thank you for being an inspiration.

I am so incredibly thankful for meeting you

That I cannot think of a single syllable or

Set of sentences that can express my heart.

And although circumstance may not always

Be kind, I understand the commitments

That you have made—and it is quite possible

That I am making a frivolous point—but

Your heart is so kind that I worry that you

May take it upon yourself to feel pangs

Of guilt for not being able to reciprocate

The same laudation I have felt.

But before I sleep, before I rest,

Before I hibernate to the end of days,

Ease my mind, and pass out for possibility

The rest of the season, I must be positively

Certain that you know that your amity alone

Is enough to spin my head and have me feeling

Blessed to be a person on this planet—

Blessed to have a heart still beating,  

     DannYetman

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